I'm not quite willing to part

With segments of my heart yet

If I were willing to do so

I would share it with you

I would write that story

I always meant to

But never really did

I would finish that

So-called painting

That sat in the corner

For too many years

Gathering so much dust

And as many tears...

Wash away my fears

Life is too short

Too many things abort

And end up as

Shiny tokens of the past

Nothing really can last

Time to put away memorabilia

And live in the present

And, who knows,

It might lead to

Incensed new horizons

Instead of time

Held in suspense

After all, life is a state of

Permanent

Impermanence...