Dying is perceptual.
People die all the time.
They stop answering their phones, they break old habits and take a different path to the closest bar.
They may even stop going to that bar altogether.
They do all of this while being re-born to other people.
Flesh against flesh,
A new home that rains honey in a thunderstorm.
There are no lightening bolts, you should know you struck them one too many times.
This is how you **** someone
And this is how you set them free