I’ve reached a point where time ..is only what passes between ..appointments, dental checkups, ..holidays and meals. ………………………………….I leave ..the distraction of news to those ..who need it. ……………………I wait as memories, ..however dear, just sour ..into vague nostalgia. …………………………………..As for ..religion? ………………..My best friend says ..what started as a game between ..Greek gods and mortals fractured ..into superstition that’s become ..a business. …………………..Where does it end? Is living like a stock-still road ..that keeps on coming and going ..from nowhere to nowhere? After I lost the one ..I longed to live long with, ..long-life meant nothing more ..than living on. ………………………..Her smiles ..were similes for feelings ..everyone could share. …………………………………..Her midnight ..kisses were truer than thoughts. I think of coins she kept ..to give away except ..for a rare leftover dime ..she let me find so I ..could buy this poem for her.