Poem #2,802 | It is gone

& suddenly it is gone –
that so-arrant liar
[now
dead to us all –
with
a rutty entourage of
callous others] –
Push
away occasional drifts
of thoughts –
they will
rot more in time & your
thoughts’ll sweeten as
recall decays –
Fall for
a kinder soul is advice
taken now –
Dream as
if it doesn’t matter & a
beauty will supersede
that ghastly aftertaste
off an ill-advised other