marvin's poem

i saw old photos you had dug out of moldy living spaces...
back when your hair was cut short...
and your eyes shined from something other than intoxication...

i saw your life...
in bits and pieces...
when you were young...
and handsome...
and in love...

when you had enough energy...
to work...
and enough nerve to vacation...
to beautiful places...

without selling yourself...

now...you've got nothing but time...

and i remember you being nothing but a blur to me...
something unseen...

but we met...
we exchanged parts of one another...

and now...
after all this time's gone by...
and you've gone away...

i finally see the real you...
not the sad man i thought i knew...
with the shady face and runaway ponytail...

there weren't any motorcycles...
and you used to look much different...

i wonder if life did this to you...

or if it's been a conscious choice...