end of year

End of a Year.

Childhood didn’t last long, the years when
we’re a family, a clan, unafraid and whole,
the big bang came and I was thrown into
a world of dishonesty, cruelty and paid for
love; nothing much of interest happened
since. There are times, when my old heart
aches, I can see those years clearly, but
there is no return ticket to the past, no bus
at the terminal, walk I can’t, the distance
too far for that, legs too weak, or perhaps
it’s the will that’s fragile. I wonder if there
is in the landscape of death, a valley where
we are reunited with the years of wholeness
before trivial nonexistence sets in.