Spent

I spent
  the first
         half
 of this pass

      this life
   waiting
to become

Now the second half
      has passed
    and loose change fallen
  I spend my days regretting
never having

but weight I have
  heavy

a being with obvious finality
  and I am not even all that close
    but it is no longer out of sight

salt in tears
something I hope to never forget the getting over of
all the many times of it

all the make-up sex
and this and that
and more

all the who the fuck cares
now so much everything