How I Might Sound if I Left Myself Alone

Turning to watch you leave, I see we must always walk toward other loves, river of   heaven between two office buildings. Orphaned cloud, fish soup poppling, book spined in the open palm. Unstoppable light. I think it is all right. Or do tonight, garden toad a speaking stone, young sound in an old heart. Annul the self? I float it, a day lily in my wine. Oblivion? I love our lives, keeping me from it.