To be the fool

To be the fool of my dear old love sprinkled by the summer sun
Washing away the tears of fond memories
Fond goodbyes if this could ever be the case.
I felt for my spectacles but they had gone, replaced by a mysterious hand
Clutching the outside of my coat
I reached for it but it always moved out of range
‘Who are you’ I cried aloud, stalking away from the clinging past
‘Leave my be. My past is gone and there is no future or present’
‘My mind to die, be me no longer, but simply be’
No explanation
None given and none found
Explaining is the minds way of control so forget it.
I pour myself a stiff shot of nothing
Drink deep and relax into being.
Not doing anything or thinking of anything
Simply being
Here and Now.