The two of us can fall

apart,

slowly leaving anything and

everything behind.

(Like waves beating on a

sand castle),

everything and anything will

disappear.

(Maybe a little slower).

Molecule by molecule

we’ll return ourselves to

home;

a home we never knew.

Think of us as something to be

cherished

but not kept.

(We are too fragile).

Evaporate.

Disintegrate.

We’ll rot in a coffin together,

be together

(always).

At least I hope so.

(What if we are separated?)

We will bleed for

ourselves,

for everything and anything that

didn’t

fall with us.

(Maybe a little slower).

At least I hope so.

To die.

To die.

(To Die).

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