Jake we pause at the box
Your last remains
A book of rhymes
Solid in content

I hear you singing me
Some ditty
No pity
Just you and me
Your mind wandering past
Where we once were

Maybe it was a time
Mind comes
Heart past
We are
A riddle
Twenty-six
Spirals of
Life in
Chains
Light wins

Lady cries
As baby
In a crib
Cold
We are
Birth

Science to hearse
Only a page
In a book left
Un read

Free wipes of energy
As day crumbles
In a pick up
Never late

Snow covers the cross
I lean up gainst the tree
Picking a melody
Thousands of images
Play upon the shadows
Miss you man

Steam from the grate
I pass sandwiches
Coffee and a blanket or two
Head down but I go home
Forgetting for a while