We all leave ourselves

We all leave ourselves
behind. Seven winters
in the dark is one
way, summer supper
with your mother,
another. The push
and the fury. The wide wild
hair. I could spend
my whole life seeing
and not seeing anything
as vast as those pants. "There is
so much to talk
and not talk about." Your life
is long enough to let it
occupy
your heart.
Maybe.