To soften the blow
To prepare for an ending
We wander about
Exploring fate
Small, fragile hands
Touch the moon above
And the gravel below
Holding onto air
They gasp with fists
Punching and swinging and struggling
Until the other hand is held
The light is pulled ever closer
Every second, every minute
It glows evermore
But none above yours
None above the age
The crow’s feet
Our wrinkles in time
All the while
We’ve known dust to fly
You’ve gone before me
I’ve acknowledged
I’ve prepared
Yet, it never stops
It never holds
It never heals
A truth I cannot accept
A truth that I can only tolerate
However, reality cannot intercede
In my dreams,
In my hopes,
In my thoughts,
You’ve never left
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