this life
divided by infinity
is zero, nothing
and yet still it is,
as though meaning
however meaningless
is still –
meaningful
in some small way
a flowered memory
lost in time
is still a memory
an evidence of you
that moves forward
indestructible
and you
an evidence of some other
lost in time gone by
no part of you
ever was not…
no part of you
ever will not…
be
it is not a question
of to or not to
it is a deifnite
have, are and will