even you, even me

in time.
so much happens
in time.
not now, not this
moment but later.
in time
this world will change.
this dust
will come,
the sheets we sleep
upon will shred.
the brick
this house was built upon
will crumble.
in time, these books we
read
beside one another
will yellow
with age, the binding will
falter
and the pages will
empty like
so many leaves
upon so many trees.
in time, this will all be
erased.
all that we cared about,
all that we
worried
into nothingness.
in time it will all
be forgotten.
even you. even me.