My Beloved Gonenesses

The ghosts of my life are getting

more numerous.

Where are these presences

these left-over nesses 

in my ever-receding and dwindling and aging memories?

Where are they 

in some deeper way 

than in thoughts of those with whom 

they were?

What does it mean that they

were here?  

What are the essences 

that remain?

            What do they share of my essence?

                        What are they of me?

                                    What of me will remain 

as my excess

                                                My hereness 

and then

                                                                                    my goneness?          

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