But Are You

You can’t go with you.
Your whole life you sense
It all come and go,
And you come and go,
But always with you.

You sleep and you go.
You wake and return,
And always something
Else has come or gone
For good, but not you.

When you go for good,
However slowly,
However quickly,
In an accident,
Incident, or age,

You won’t go. You’re gone.
You’ll be gone by then.
You were the word you,
The mark in the brain,
Current eddying.

We are what you are.
It’s us what made you.
You’re thought stabilized
By recurring terms
That talk to ourselves.