Now and then,
I taste you
I see you in my mind
Wrestling with myself(ish) Past
Wondering: When does it end?
At what point do I come to a place
Free of your thoughts
Dirty promises made to no one
A sordid ring that holds me together
What a tired, tired place
I have revisited
Perhaps it is –

It just is.

Oh, this is really something!

Really profound.

I love this:

myself(ish)

And then, especially, this:

Dirty promises made to no one
A sordid ring that holds me together

...and so on to the end of the poem, and then this great last line, in splendid--I want to say "existential"--isolation:

It just is.

Beautiful work as always, my dear friend and fellow poet.

Respect, solidarity, and love always,

+Stevie