hymns for the dying
i. there is nothing romantic, nothing beautiful in this. it approaches too soon, too suddenly. like flowers wilting, we cling to the inevitable descent that awaits us: we try to deny the future. we think we are as impervious as marble, but we know in the back of our minds that even greece and rome fell once upon a time. eons ago, mortals could become anything but, yet today, our feet sink in the mire, and our bodies return to baser means.
ii. hello, autumn. i miss you so much. i watched you fade from me in that place of no return. you became sorrow personified, a stick figure of skin and bone and sickness. what is life without you? far less.
iii. the sun sets. the moon rises.
(there is no end so simple. in your mind, the ones you knew live on; they never left and are stuck in an endless memory loop, an endless memory loop, an endless memory loop. the ones you knew remind you they exist/existed. people come back as ghosts, and they haunt you. maybe they never moved on… or maybe you never did.)