I capture the colour of your essence on my lips,
but it doesn’t keep you from cowering.
I feigned familiarity,
just to soften the blow,
but there is nothing I can do to ease your mind, as I ease you away from this place.
You have grown familiar with the beating of your heart,
and the sound of soft leaves beneath your boots,
but this was never meant to last,
and at last,
your time has come.
It doesn’t make it easier.
I don’t know how to make it easier.
I just know how to find you,
how to fade you,
like an eraser,
slowly, against the sketching,
until there is nothing left.
Nothing but the memories of those who adored and abhorred you,
and a slab of rock, above your bones,
until they all fade,
like everything must.
One day,
it will be my time.
Perhaps my eraser will emulate my attempts at kindness,
and I will find myself in your shaking shoes,
wondering how it all went so quickly.
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