Memories

People leave

Years leave too

But something's remain

The way rain sounds against certain windows

The way evening settles over familiar rooftops

The way a memory returns without knocking 

As if it never left at all

When You Change

People say I have changed.

They are right.

You can only attend 

your own funeral

so many times..

Before you start resurrecting for  people

Who never came to mourn-

Only to bring another shovel.