Fading Fast
Fragility, having the potential not to last
the assured ability to become the past
to succumb to what may pass
like broken glass
a burning ash
a torn sash
time erodes all
even those things kept
regardless of those who have wept
broom and wind has finally swept
until there was almost nothing left
and as words fade from memory
flowers decay from withering
feeling emerge from our remembering
the fragile thing we knew would not last
but alas our hopes of holding fast
our friendship our love
our bond to a past
a present fragility has come at last
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2015
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