I saw you just the other day,
but you were not even there.
A shell of what you use to be,
but I shouldn’t bother to care.

You left us long ago,
but flesh lingers on.
Slowly dying, bit by bit,
til all but bone is gone.

I saw you just the other day,
but you were gone already.
The shell of you stood tall to me,
but your soul was all but steady.

Fall.  It’s fine to fall.
When flesh and blood is not enough,
and will power cannot clear,
the rough.  So very rough.

Lay down.
I saw you just the other day.
You looked so alive.
Yet none can keep at bay.
Reality.
for reality, it comes.