i dream of her often. she whispers in my ear and tells me it's not eternal. retirement homes; wills; regret; recriminations; memory growing fainter; lifespan shortening. saturn lifts his scythe, and a tear frozen, suspended by the heart.
what we dream has a tendency to come true. and as much as we want to rationalize, we do... go away death, you take too many--a star burns out, and life goes on and fades.