Sunsets

I cling to my parents

with all of me

maybe, because they were not meant to be mine

and I, was not meant for them

they talk of wills now

of inheritance

of the after

how can I explain to them

that I have already inherited

all that matters, so

there is no need

for them to go

 

yet, of course that day will come

moon after moon will come tumbling down

and we will come together

to celebrate

to mourn

to wallow in finality

please leave me be that day

save your platitudes

deliver your sympathy elsewhere

just leave me in the corner of the room

the light is softer there

 

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