As we huddle here, now
We are only just
just a mere memory for your imagination
the wounded stare patiently, the sick unwanted
Close but not near the children stay
crawling apart like a child unwrapping Christmas morning
somewhere along the road we aborted time
or time has us unrest
The fire dwindles now
It doesn’t have long to live
Maybe if we stay long enough we will be ok
Safe from time, safe from death
today we survived but the fire is our controller
Tomorrow death comes to our feet, bowing but not waning
Flesh rots, eyes swallowed by the very fear that has kept us
Death grabs us now, by the cheek, pulling us along
. . . One last love ends with a simple acknowledgeable hug