Bob Seger

1.05.2000

January 5, 2020

 

It seems

our own impermanence is concealed from us.

The trees stand firm, the houses we live in

are still there. We along

flow past it all, an exchange of air.

-Rilke

 

Only the woman who has had to face despair is really

convinced that she needs mercy.

-Thomas Merton

 

I miss you, D.

 

Twenty years now
Where’d they go?
Twenty years
I don’t know
I sit and I wonder sometimes
Where they’ve gone

And sometimes late at night
When I’m bathed in the firelight
The moon comes callin’ a ghostly white
And I recall
I recall.