The thought that when I’m no longer
Flesh - I’ll see all my words spread out
In the abyss - like atoms or stars or just balloons
Scattered across the space of time and I
Can with my metaphysical finger point
Oh yes - that was when I was at my saddest
My most lonely
My most loved
I organize in categories
Beloveds: i, ii, iii, iiii, iv, v, vi,vii ….how many will
There be
Or can there be only I
Perhaps that’s it - all poems scatter, a random pattern
Love - past, present, future - a sliver of light unknown
Till sparred