Comedy

I was born
             to live
while dying.
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What Remains

What becomes of us
when we walk away
from who we were?
When we pause the
moment that’s keeping time
from heartbeat to heartbeat
and breath to breath?
Or when we hold onto
what is letting go?      
Where do we go
when we exhale –
what do we leave behind?
In the end, what is left,
when there’s nothing left to give?

The Ties That Bind

What is it
          that holds you and I together?
What is it that we are?
           That we aren’t?
Those things of you
            and of I
            that make us who we are
                        separate
                        different
                        independent
                        alone
           are the same things
           that make us
                        one
                        whole
                        together.
And for those things
           that we are
           and that we are not
I am thankful.