Red wine pain

I rest on my Gatsby

My mind circling

An eagle on

Vulture’s Peak

Friends , lovers, enemies, family

Coming / going

Sand sifts through fingers

Granules of eternity

Time + time = no time without mind

The great cloud follows me

Where ever I go

I remember to remember

The day I loved my father

I must have once

I remembered something

Of that love

At least this is how I remember it

We shared the same birthday

Our number the perfect whole

Twelve like the apostles , zodiac, a

Dozen eggs

Perfect yet not so

We hold secrets you and me,

Now just me

For you are gone

Yet you remain in my brain

This

Red wine pain.