loss/past/present/future/love

Church bells chime out in the distance

Engines breathe, a distant whirr

Dull days pass, little resistance

Time relentless, life a blur

Smoke and trains and handkerchiefs

Like Sherlockian days of old

AI bots, electric forklifts

Strange, dark futures, too, unfold

Such a balance seems a lie

It leaves me breathless in the air

New and old will coincide

And leave us dead without a care

But butterflies flitter by

And rolling hills still tumble through

Gorgeous music still arises

We tap our feet to the blues

Your grave rests among the others

Lost souls left and gone too soon

Grief—it hurts, it kills, it smothers

People leave and shadows loom

Memories flicker, fading fast

And work and stress sweep us away

When we delve into the past

Our hearts ache with the price we pay

So we focus on machines

And politics and cash and rage

Whichever way the cracked heart leans

We’ll paint a sweet escapist stage

Even with the world soon ending

Beauty can be found throughout

Even with our ends suspending

On the precipice of doubt

I have lived through all these years

All these hardships, all these tears

And I have hardly lived at all

I scratch the surface, then I fall

Stumbling into worlds of past and future

I can see them now

Held together by these flimsy sutures

And I don’t know how

Still, I keep eyes open to the world

A hedonistic plea

That I might see something new unfurl

And realize I’ll be free

Life goes on until it ceases

And I cannot stop the motion

My soul squeezes, then releases

The ugliness of the notion

For whether I’m in paradise on earth

Or within a misery that hell can’t bring

I miss you more than anything

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