Embers Hissing

A Slowing

My eyes no longer open wide to turn on like bright lights

Instead, they grow dim liken to embers hissing in a fire grate

the sensuous sizzle, the faraway frizzle

That sparks our spinning dreams so I might say

He has up and gone away

A Knowing

I recall in the not so long ago her golden tumbledown hair

Perfumed tangle down teasing across alabaster shoulders

Now, comatose desiring conspiring ever to my dysfunctionality

Eventually comes the day when I must say

He has up and gone away

A Going

These cruel darkest nights herald the beginning of a new bleak ever

Grinning bravely at adversity offers me little or no diversity

Universally I am lost, at my wits end, I know well that I am aging

So here at last, comes the day when I must say

He has up and gone away