Sentimental Artifacts

 

My world fell apart before we trended the apocalypse
You are a week worth a life time
I am frozen in a moment
You are seconds of eternity
I'll never know a paradise like the promise of you

Tie my thoughts together to keep the mind intact
When I'm learning how I'm suppose to react
When there's no how to on losing someone close to you
Just ample opportunities to correct my line of thinking
Like fine tuning perspectives to truth

Caught between processing the way I feel
And contending for hope as love is weaponized in loss
Yet I dare to still extend my affections towards someone I can't see
And I'll remember you forever
Even if in this moment loving you is killing me

Reminiscing in the fine lines
Commemorating endearments of our lifetimes
We conquer the body as we turn to dust
Savoring what's left of sentimental ash in a ceramic urn
We place the dead in the fire, but we're the ones that burn

I start from the beginning of the end
When it feels like too soon to say goodbye
Nothing could have prepared me for this
As I write to cope with it and feel myself die
A part of me is passing away

Reflecting on the menial things
Making an artifact of something as simple as hair gel
A product to reshape dead follicles into a more beautiful vanity
What are morticians but beauticians of our final display
As we speak our last farewells to the empty shell of one last day

Even the morning is night when the sunsets on the dusk of you
Because the dawn is tainted by your absence
And this world is darker still, as your light fades to black
I come to the terms that though you exist in another place
I am torn between both the joy and sorrow that you're never coming back

Nevertheless I translate my hope to think of a day that never ends
When we will be reunited in eternity with our family and our friends
Deriving hope of the promise of a place beyond us free from pain
As we dance into forever we outlast this moment's rain...