life is such a finite thing
yet
people still move on
finitely
yet
I still carry them
around in my heart
finitely
because
they belong there
finitely
I know this because
I let them in
permanently
finitely
and I visit them
now and again
most of them
do not like to see
me coming
and I don’t understand
why they do not
want
to be here
it is such a
loving
place
and there
is plenty of
finite
space