I have an odd obsession with you
You have no form but you take things and go
I envision you black and misty
But I’ve never seen you
just your saddening work
Everyone knows about you
Even the youngest of them do
You make new friends nearly every 10 seconds
And you make homes more and more empty
You make memories sometimes unbearable or unreal
But I often wonder
When you take me to be your friend where will we go?
Everyone has their beliefs
but that doesn’t mean they’re true
Take me with you when I’m old and frail
I still have so much
Too much
to do
But like now when you take me then
I never want to be afraid of you
Oh the mysterious you
Poetry