at the end of our lives,
we would meet here,
in which our pasts are gone,
in which our presents are gone,
in which our futures are gone,
here where what is left,
is the remnant fragments of our existence,
lost to time.
when we bid goodbye,
in this never changing scenery,
it would be forever farewell,
there would no longer be, laughter,
or the sound of remembrance,
for we anew,
are nothing to the world.
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
at the end of our lives,
we would meet here,
in which our pasts are gone,
in which our presents are gone,
in which our futures are gone,
here where what is left,
is the remnant fragments of our existence,
lost to time.
when we bid goodbye,
in this never changing scenery,
it would be forever farewell,
there would no longer be, laughter,
or the sound of remembrance,
for we anew,
are nothing to the world.
