Faded

I've seen the old barn,
mandala faded,
too much to be maintained.

I've seen the old men,
spirits faded,
too much to be maintained.

I've seen things,
come and go,
rarely to be renewed.

I've seen us,
differently,
and find I don't remember you.

I've seen the old barn,
fall apart when no ones' looking,
time will tell,
how well maintained,
our relations stand,
as is or built anew.