Like it or not, you are immortalized
In this ink, these skeletons of black and white
That won't fade when we fall old and grey,
When our own skeletons of skin fall away.
And when we're gone, people will see these words
And know you - know your beauty, your heart,
And the utter love I hold for you, here,
In these forever words that will never fade.
And to me, to love, to words, there is never any
"Too late," until we are too old or too gone to
Breathe, to speak, to write, to look.
To words, to here, and now, there is only forever,
And forever here is where I love you.
All we can do is keep breathing,
And watch this moment extend into
Infinity, while our hands, perhaps only ever
almost touching, will age and wrinkle and
crumble into the dust of the world that will
Keep reading. Always, always, they will
Keep reading.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
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aaaaaaand...i cried. love this poem.
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