I see you
Like a backlit silhouette of yourself
Drifting cloud onward
It is a sorrowful sight
To know that this is what fading feels like
To see the sun setting before the day is done
That the reality will carry weight
Too heavy to push/ heave/ delegate
The space between us becomes an isthmus
The fingers of time cripple
This must be the vessels cry
To see friendships die
Alone
