one day
we will be
fossilised
in stone
and strangers will
trudge over
our weary
bones,
unaware of
the adventures
we took
or the quotes
we recited from
our favourite
books.
selfishly, i hope
that we can keep
each other close
but i know that
the memories of us
will not hold
before the reaper
takes our souls.
YOU ARE READING
unlit matches
Poetrycome and listen to the whispers of lions and the cries of fawns.
