Poem-A-Day: Day 534

I Don’t Know Why

Time passes
then you die.

It's enough. 
 
No regrets,
no goodbye.

Face your heart, 
mind,
breath.

Space and time entwine
spiritual and divine.

The lonesome heart.

Souls part
in lonely eyes.

And I see places I've been.

I've seen simply
pale into view, 

cross my heart,
cross my fingers,
hold my breath.

Space and time entwine 
spiritual and divine.

But the lonely cry.

We are spiritual and lonesome, 
our souls are the lonesome heaven.