What’s Left? _____ AKSHR

What’s Left? 

 

Everywhere we go 

and move on and change,

 something’s lost--

something’s left behind. 

You can’t ever quite 

repeat anything, 

and I’ve been so yours, 

here--

The river washes its 

banks and rocks clean. 

Nothing is lost, 

only moved on— 

but what’s left?

 Only the new. 

Just yesterday,

 

in my hand, a bird’s nest—

how fast it comes undone! 

The eggs already gone,

the nest emptied. 

What’s left? 

Only the new.

 

Only what I can still 

hold in my hand:

AKSHR