Your friends may forget you
or perhaps move away
The music you loved
will cease to be played

Your guru will fade out
a spirit light for hire
Your lovers will leave you
for ice or for fire

Your tattoos and their inks
will fade to misspellings
Your scars in their healing
leave no tale for telling

Your self may convince you
it will always be there —
When the minutes come to pennies
will you still be this aware?

4/20/24