Impermanence

My mind’s wired

My heart’s tired.

From the words we spoke last.

 

I cannot erase it.

I can’t seem to face it.

Or leave it all in the past.

 

Is there a cure

For my greatest fear

Of dying all alone?

 

Is there a meaning

Behind all this dreaming

And these memories that I now own?

 

Please tell me of a way

Or the words that I could say

To make some sense of this.

 

How is it possible

To postpone the inevitable

Ending to this fleeting bliss?

 

I wish I wasn’t so scatterbrained

From the belief that our love was all in vain

But how true can one’s words be?

 

I now understand a little bit more

From a heart that has surely grown sore

That some things were just meant to be set free.

 

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