PASSING.

And what makes a life worth the service of remembrance?
Is it the glancing influence of a chanced impact?
Or the distinct closeness of a longer exposure?

And if know which one then how come it meant so much?
How did they raise their game beyond its length?
How were they able to think outside the books?

And why were you so fascinated by their scarce rapture?
Why did their words and deeds bleed over you?
Why did you succumb to one over another?

And then when did you realise their life’s prize was yours?
When did it turn you from your own birth’s gold?
When were you old enough to know the truth?

And where upon the path of your life’s map was it unwrapped?
Where was the love above all others uncovered?
Where were you when the proof moved you?

And who are you to be, now that they have left the field?
Who can lift you up to see another season?
Nobody but you; the one they left their love upon.