the mortality sequence

flaxseed eyes


future tense
i went to your funeral today
and couldn't help
but feel a little
better inside
knowing the fight
was over now
as they lowered
you into the ground.
it wouldn't have mattered to me
what the weather would
have been like today.
if it had been beautiful
and bright or overcast
and rainy,
it would have still ended
with watching
that casket
get lowered
6 feet closer to
the heart of our world.
there was crying,
some sad laughter
at the silly moments
and memories
that were now
the flame
of you
burning inside
those tearful hearts.
i make no promise
except one
to honor
your memory,
to live as best i can
until my turn
to get lowered
6 feet down
comes along.


you're getting old man
25 isn't old
but it's not
exactly young
now either.
it's another number
added to the original sum.
its another year
being subtracted
from the final
total
which is the
unknown variable
that will show itself
only in time.


surrender?
all your friends
have surrendered
to life and its
easy promises.
will you give in
in time
or will you
fight those words
until it has to
come to the ultimate
end?