We’re the sun, blistered and basking - a million years left until we die out,
like a line in the sand, I’m drawn to you, a picturesque subtlety clouds my doubt.

Parting words, like storm-chased crows, shivering, mumbling bitter words about defeat,
there’s a secret word, whispered wishes regarding a life that’s more discreet.

Cautious trail, the tendrils of agony, take a minute to show your hand,
beaming smile, hidden cache of regression, two lies longer, with no legs to stand.

Chomp at the bit, enamored with putting together the pieces of my past,
stick around for awhile longer, I promise that this feeling won’t last.

The constant care of your dagger stare is suddenly no longer there,
decisions, incredible precision in a hundred lifetimes it wouldn’t be fair.

Standards collapse as lies and deceit make a sudden relapse,
pressure hooks its way into the calm, from eating with the king, and now begging for scraps.

A time for living, the here, the now - death detracted, distracted somehow.

Line up, live each life and take a number,
purchase each pleasure, a need for greed before our final slumber.

My fondest memories - hand-picked, and grossly misused,
a million moments with just one lifetime of happiness, that’s slowly abused.

A “final moments” apology, knees shaking, heart bleeding,
begging my essence, my fade out, my slowly closing ears ignoring your pleading,
A realization that came one lifetime too late - it was always you that I was needing.