talking on twitter

 talking on twitter 

of all the deaths that could have been

of all the childhood risks to life unseen

to have survived is to say to you

i did not know but i do know now

that fate said meet me at the gate

and bring her close before too late

and we’ll walk a while

and with a smile

forget regret

for

the museum has many wings

and many glass cases for many things

and dark corners that we turn and turn

we know them all and yet we learn

that ghosts have ghosts and we are are one

and the same goes on and on

in

the inestimable value of nothing in particular 

that invaluable something

when isn’t becomes is

lost