You and I aren’t quite so different,
We really aren’t.
With every feeding came life,
And with every wrinkle,
Death,
Notarized our finite parchment,
Parallel and ultimately mortal.
We’ve shared –
An experience, any experience
And epiphanies congruent pain,
The numerous, the humorous.
We’ve remembered upon
Paths we’ve taken,
Together, apart, and in –
Eras defined by how we
Walked, talked,
Slouched,
Or slowed to a crawl,
Huddled and bled a back.
So come the heave,
The finality in flame,
Make a face for the name,
Let the dead man dream
And take that memory to the grave,
The One, that’s never forgotten
Whilst eternal and reciting –
“I love you,”
I loved every single
One
Of
You.
I wonder what I'll be thinking come the end, "oh ****?"
