As are most things
I am temporary
This flesh will decay
This laugh will become a whisper
And all that remains are the memories
As are most things
We are temporary
Our timid affections
These fluttering hellos
So let us feast on the present
gorge ourselves with emotion
And frame the things
we wish to hold close

I've dirtied these palms
Mistakes from before
I've killed off my demons
They all ran like the wind
I've buried myself in bodies
Hoping to find something again
I've never been so lost
Such a gallery of faces,
none of them mean anything

I poured myself into vases
As if by doing so I could
Keep alive these fragile beautiful things