the rising fog

there is a tipping
point in life, when
you are closer to
the end than to
the start. you are
in fact past the
middle. and those
around you are slipping
away, one by one.
it's unfathomable,
that such a thing
could happen, that
so many years could
transpire right in
front of you, and
these friends, these
lovers, these people
that you have known
and woven into
the fabric of your
day have passed on,
become memories,
become names and
faces that are fading
into a rising fog.