Fast and Forever Flows the River Called Change

all of these swirling around me
a tiny storm, a personal hurricane
of change. and changes. changing.
thoughts, images, memories
come before me.
they crowd around me.
some move forward to solo,
while others recede, shimmering
in the background. waiting.
dance finished, the memory bows to me.
smiles. fades
into the background with the others.
another takes its place.
it is dusk
the in-between time.
the veil of the temple was torn in two.
the dead walked.
memories walked.

she doesn't want me to go, but i must.
she is begging me now to stay, but
i have promised myself to someone...

myself.