slow time repenting

I feel it’s fair to say

I’ve tried to live

high & wild at times

with the it seems

necessary

or is it

obligatory?

slow time repenting

at leisure

mixing these with memories

of great fun had

& the onlookers

shake their heads

cry to the sky

that boy is bad

while I wonder on them

their never having

really

lived

as hers now

death has marked him

as hers now

a thin fine tattoo veil

drawn across that pale face

weighty enough

to pull down eyelids

corners of lips

create cant of eye

to distinguish what was

from what is now

& I do not tell him this

he knows

we all know

but only he can carry the burden

will bear until the end

we are forever onlookers

until she comes for us

too