Rambling Rose
my face
is falling
i lie in bed
thinking
how this form
of mine
is only temporary
as i look at my hand
and turn it over
and even though
i know this
full-well
and grew up knowing this
full-well
like everyone else
does
and you watch
people you know
and people you don’t know
die
and you sit through
funerals
and stare down at the dirt
or look up at the wind
or touch the urn
or the stone
or the grass
or the water
knowing one day
that’ll be you
too
still … it’s too much
for the mind to measure
whether you’re 3
or 122
death is a hard thing
to turn over
and make sense of
you’re born
but you don’t remember
being born
and you live for however long
you get to
and then you die
but you don’t remember
being dead
unless you have one of those
near-death-experiences
or you have a dream
and it feels so real
but you don’t remember
everything
just parts
like memories
in the mind
that dim over time
we all agree
that the form we’re in
right now
is only temporary
but everyone has their own beliefs
on what happens after
that
whether you believe in life after death
or not
it’s hard to believe
that one day
we will no longer be
here
in the world
in the form we’re in
right now
and everything we’ve absorbed
by living this life
will what …
was it worth it
in the end
in the beginning
in the middle
love and loss
are circular
like a ring
only if you’ve lost
have you loved
only if you’ve loved
have you lost
is love lost
or is it found
or is it both
you tell me
TL