Strawberry patterns on the bottom of my feet
What trail do I leave behind
Walking amongst the headstones?

Have my hands always looked
this way?
Have I always had this much
hair?
Is this how time represents
itself?
The aging of a body?
The differences between two colors?

Leaves never forget how to
fall,
And neither do I
So I’ll stay still for a while
Death finds us all
Why not greet it with a
smile