Time catapults only a little ways.
The light dims in a life
Until there is no flame.
I’d rather see you smoldering
Than be left in the dark.
And I wonder where you fly to
Where are the crimson red floors now?
Who controls Fate and why did they decimate
My happiness?
Where do you cry to when all the world
Feels large and funny and your choices
So microscopic and fleeting?
Why did you leave me here to rot?
Time isn’t generous to anyone.
I miss your voice
I miss something you gladly wanted to get rid of.
So short is our arrival onto earth.
We barely picked our path
Before Death mocks us at
The doorstep of Life.
All we have is composed of nows
And those get thinner by
The hands of God.
The light vanishes one night.
Gone are the flames.
Didn’t you want to see me become ash?
I’m already riddled with embers.