and we are
Impotent in it's face.
For even the ones who fight viciously against it,
Must lie in defeat some day
Eyes listless and breaths long gone.
Fingers cold -
and lips unmoving -
And all that remains,
Are dried tears
Of one's laughter and muffled sobs,
Smiles and warm embraces
And harsh words spoken that never held any truth,
And loving truths spilled in the depths of the dark nights.
And all of these memories,
Tinged with sadness but bursting with life,
Are what make us human,
If not forever
Then for as long as our loved ones continue to relive those memories.