so much to live for
so much life running fast
places seen and people known
pieces of memore shared
glimpses of souls and
nights spent over coffee
so many names called
all the knowledge stored
experiences so unique
only one existing
but all that fades
before the glaring light of love
the center, the sun
and when it dies
so do i, shrunken
and no matter what's been lived
it's what's been killed that counts.
