Memorize the lines on my face

The scars from battles won and lost

See the far off look in my eyes

Peering into things unseen

Feel the cold fingers

Touch the skin grown thin with age

The smell of sunsets spent

Laying in the grass

Now starting to decay

These lips move without speaking

A mind lost wanders off into the night

While the body remains behind

A monument of the past

A testament to the ravages of time

My bones will return to the earth

My heart to the sky

— B.

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