Afterlife

The way time passes by and sweeps off everything

it's almost exquisite

there comes a time 

when all that's left 

is to write about it

Writing is like cheating time 

you steal a small fragment 

and keep it well hidden
a memory 

to relive 

once in a while 

because, 

what noone tells you is 

that 

when you fall

by the time you stand up again

things may have changed