Life will leave us all
Quietly – inevitably
Death branded at birth
Our first breath, our last breath – it will take
The world will adjust as if our life was an obstruction to others, walking around us, finding direction again
As the flow of time moves gently to the edges of existence
Like water viciously seeking rest it cannot find
Carrying memories and dreams until exhaustion dries the flow
The warmth of death, not the fire of life
But the hush of its end
Death calls with a voice softer than breath
Promising no more thinking, doing, being
Only the essence of a human, laid bare
No title, no task, no possessions clutched tightly
A life once vibrant
Folded neatly into silence
Packaged in stillness – awaiting its final departure
A name once spoken with love and rage,
Echoes less and less
Legacies slipping through the fingers of time
We do not die alone, we never truly lived together
Only beside one another
–reaching –missing
–disappearing into the
great quiet
