waking up everyday
letting life
slip further away
can you hear the train
approaching the final station
a dot at the end of a line.
or perhaps
, a comma
transmuting what used to be
into what's meant to become
as i turn into dust
the envelope that carried me
becomes meaningless
but the end is a lie
because as i die
i've never felt more alive
and when all you see today
disintegrates into a pile of bones
trapped under flesh in decay
you will find me infinitely
between the staves
that hold the notes
you inspired me to superpose
a few tomorrows from now
i'll release my last inhale
joining the hearth
where fungus grows and breathes
and i'll become
a humble home for moss
to flourish and form
at the final crossroads
i'll pay my due
giving back without sorrow
all that i borrowed
do not shed a tear
for what has disappeared
and let yourself feel the love
i've left for you in every song
every poem
that only exist
because we had the chance
to share each other's
brief existence
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In Lieu of Flowers
PoesíaIn Lieu of Flowers let me offer the heaviness of the words my voice can't carry - would appreciate criticism or comments, & feel free to ask & I can read your stuff too🤍- sometimes it's about fucking, sometimes it's the nostalgia of an unhealthy c...
