22: Memory
it's hard to imagine
that when I'm gone
from here and from you
that none of the things
we sought and built
won't matter
so we'll keep living
hard as we can
squeezing out every
waking moment
with another
maybe
our initials will
be burned
into the sky
just like my father
who burned his own
with a zippo
in a roughneck bar
in the middle
of Florida
if there's another place
after this whole thing
on this finite place
there's no doubt
that I'll find you
again
again
and
again