What if we fade?
What if this existence of clay pots
So fragile
Fades
What if chances are not given
No truths
But just skin, bone, muscle
And knowing

Do you know how roses grow
Much less these fleeting seconds
So few
Could we steal, borrow
Beg?
Asking for more, looking for depth
Hearing nothing
Seeing black
Within you and me?
Everything and anything
Faded