become the dead
and the dead become memories.
and then
there's dust
to deal with.
decay.
a wind that blows it all
away.
maybe a book will
preserve
someone.
a movie, a memory.
a yellowed
face book page,
and then
all of that goes too.
it's how the world works.
get used to it.
there's always someone
to take the place
of you.
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