A lot of life is losing people.
Paralyzed in helplessness,
pleas muted in open-howled screams.
Watch to whither,
sharp pangs of surprise’s sting—
garbed in futility’s monochromia.
Condolences in barren earth
reclaiming its toll.
Watering drips nourish
memory’s eternal voyage;
ebbing through generations,
never to be soiled.
Farewell tattooed to lips,
rended open at reality’s whim;
a canto ends, a dirge begins—
live but to embrace it.
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