even the sweetest
of fruits, memories
and happiest moments
fade into nothing
to be grateful
for the fleeting life
and to realize
that all is
loss
it is all washed away,
into an infinite and
galactic ocean
into the very fabric
that wove
creation
fall into nothingness,
as to say goodbye
the question of why attach
to something so fleeting
and why even love,
when it will all
disappear
perhaps rewarded,
in some after-life
or reacquainted
with eternal
memory
And here we are,
in this presence
an illusion
of stability
for but a brief
time
By: IrieSide
