Before Spring

In this time there is no last breath

there is no last wish

no last thought.

There is only a time where death

will not whisper in your ear that it is coming,

death will hit you from behind

without you seeing it,

not knowing that your time has come to pass.

It is a terrifying thought to know

that you will never know when you will

leave the Earth you had entered,

serving no more purpose to anything

but being food for life in the ground,

six feet under, nobody to remember you.

You will only be forgotten when the last

person who remembers you says your name one

last time before their memory goes on to not

think of your presence. The last person to remember you

will eventually

forget.