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