Departure, Personally by Walter Bjorkman

Distantly
the images
of the days
fade

The door of today
is now the dog
of your youth
transported away

The latest scenes
remain the longest
I was there
I am still here

My eyes
see reflections
seen alone by us

My body
feels pleasures
felt apart by us

My life your camera
to my perceptions
of the past

Closing, yet making farther,
leaving visions unclear

Whether seeing,
feeling,
perceiving,
should be together