We mourn and yearn.
That is all we can do
while the time is preserving the state of unliving,
ending,
killing everyone and everything.
As the days went by mercilessly,
I suddenly felt what I never knew I could,
daydreaming about lying inside
a coffin perhaps carved from marble,
for evermore,
beneath my moonlit headstone
standing in the damp and somber night
hinting what I once was,
and that I will never return.