wishing to be gone

Time and memories are running low;
How strange that you’ve let go
Of almost all you knew
And now what’s left is longing to be gone.

The childhood dreams and fears,
The loves you sought and won or lost,
The tears you cried of joy or pain,
People loved and people cursed,
Values that you fought to hold,
Years of parties
        Toasted with false confidence –
        The lies of innocence,
        And the stalking, darkened anxt.

All of this and so much more
I keep alive;
I hold your memories still
And won’t let go
for I know their cost, their price;
but most are lost to you
as your day is nearly done
and all that’s left is the garden,
perhaps us
and the longing to be gone.

Perhaps as the light is fading
You are nearly  knowing
That who you are
 is not the little girl who lived your  life,
but Life itself -  not the one you’re leaving,
but the One from whence you came,
the One  you always were,
the One you´re now rejoining.

I long that you could know it now
Before your day is done.
I wish right now you knew
That you are God.

But all you want is to be gone.