No Title

They wont know you
By your smile
Or any other
Window

You opened while
Here but by
What you left
Behind

Indelibly
Creeping back
When all else
Is gone

The marker that
Speaks of what
You were and
Reminds

Those that love you
And forgive
The thing you
Became

While striving for
Something
Better and
Failing

Reachin up while
Kissing
Misserys
Blessings

The etude
Of a
Hopeless
Vagrant

Shall we count
Moments
Or hang our
Selfs now?