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What do old lovers do?
What do life travelers
Around time's block do?
What do we need,
No longer star struck,
No need to endure,
Don't need to secure
As we 
In our younger life forces
Do.
The sticky membrane that bond
Is gone.
The coating you carry
Is worn and thin,
The children grown
No need for a parent,
The house is paid
No need for double incomes,
And sex is not,
God Forbid,
The only thing to do
In your spare time.
What do old lovers do?

 HE'S GONE

Time was getting away

Time was traveling through space

Time was balling into wax

Of ear dirt in the mind,

At the break

Neck,

It warped the world,

Interstellar

Intergalactic

Interloper,

Break neck, into your arms,

Kisses a candy of crushes

Wrapped in coated yesterdays,

You can’t mean that

That you are gone

And I am here,

What means you to hit the high road

Alone,

It cannot be

It must not be

It was the scene

Cut and deleted like the control v

It was,

Defeated and deflated

On wings of storied lightning bolts,

Storied in minds of

Men,

Lock the door

To the heart,

Why try again

The pain the pain

So saddled in gore

Glory to all,

The goodnight he said

The Good night he said

The good Night he said,

In finalized democracy

He took in his own hand

Decide what is right,

It’s a collaboration

Not a solo project,

Correct the situation

Correlate the situation,

She tires and wearies

And bids him fare

Thee

Well

Farewell farewell,

A near month of sorrow

Of fear of confrontation

With an analytical

Destroyer of resolve

Seducer of good intentions

Hot lips of caresses,

Your work is done here

These aren’t the droids

You seek,

And care on into the night

In passion and in fright,

Fear of the leaving

Fear of the staying

Fear of the ground leaves

Buried deep in the soil,

The fresh smell of the rain

Into dirt

He’s still

Gone.

For Maggie