Choking Titles
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I’ve been thinking about
Love, time and death.
each so fleeting
yet sincere.
Proclaiming
each an inspiration
to brand one’s soul.
It’s said love can vanish
once the sun rises-
how quickly love passes-
when one remembers to forget-
all the mistakes made.
But never is death
described as fleeting-
Mourning is eased
when told spirits live on-
and though that may be true-
spirits can never replace
the warm bodies and conversations-
the fights and jokes-
The tears and laughter-
That were shared in time-
even when time is equally fleeting.
Love, time & death
are rediscovered with same words-
“I Miss You.”
Spoken with different tones-
The words stay the same.
Memories whittling with dull knives
flesh to bones
Leaving time
to turn wounds to itchy scabs-
I’ve been thinking about
Love, time and death,
and their abandonment
How fleeting each can be,
yet, breaks one into
fragments that never reform
to create a smile that was,
and will never be.
Their rapid speed
across organs
leaves cracks big enough to bleed.
