they disappeared before I said bye

i am next . . .

but maybe not

it seems like it could be that way

when i look around

those i once played with

ate with

talked with

evaporated (to heaven?)

it is hard to hold on to the idea

they would not be here forever




Published by Jim Wortham

As a teen, wanted to live from writing poetry. Wrote several books, selling nationally. Hung out with readers throughout the United States. My writing has been on back burner. Now dusting off my desk and have my pen in hand. Hope you enjoy some of what I write.

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