Vanishing Truth
Each meeting is the start of parting. Who
He might become or who she might become,
No matter what, what finally comes through
Is vacuum. Each beauty will succumb.
Your newborn son will grow and go away—
And he will die. Perhaps you will precede
Him. Yes, the one or other will be prey
To death. Your pink-face daughter will accede
To death, no matter what. That man you loved,
However many times he entered your
Insides (your heart and other organs), shoved
His way inside them, tries in love to cure
The truth that every meeting is the start
Of parting, trying to deceive your heart.