Whispers of the dead reach my ears

Those insatiable in life are still hungry

I miss the touch of their hands, of tears

Shared over memories that bound us

 

Their echoes offer a fading palimpsest

As they withdraw, leaving only traces

Of a word said, a look that said more

The tinge of jasmine they loved

 

Time whirled around us as if it would

Last forever. It is not until they are

Gone and I am still here that I

Consider what comes next

 

Earth devours what remains as we

Sink into the great mystery, returning to

Where we come from within the glow

Of starlight as it passes into infinity