All Done Things

All good things
Still go away in the end.
- Because -
They become tainted by their own sense of time.
'Tisn't (just) you what makes it so -
They have their own sense of identity.

Who are we to impose our will upon theirs?

So get along then;
Kick them out the door and
Get it over quick
Because the grieving will never end, otherwise.

(You may come back over the years
To revisit them
But they will always look different
To the photographs you have in your mind -
They grow older
Get fatter about the face
Grow more placid, or hostile;
But they will always answer in predictable patterns.)