Premature Decay

I’m decaying prematurely, with a marked efficiency I never utilized in life. Bits of ash float from my mouth each time it opens and my hands mark all I touch with a temporary smudge. I’m going out like a burning star. I can feel it. My friends receive text after text of inane thoughts impossible for anyone to appreciate. They have no value; I’m simply yelling into a void. I want you to know me before I go. Take what you can from this ash I leave. Through the rubble lies sunsets and love for you. Maybe it’s ruined, but I’ll heave it towards you anyway. I hope there’s any value in it to make my passing slightly bittersweet. I’ll love you from below. I swear on it.