A month was no time at all

and all I had left here,

it was a month to cram two years of life

into a final month of saying temporary goodbyes.

 

Every goodbye should be temporary,

but there is no heaven

and I would even take a hell to say

one last goodbye to some.

 

We continue after death,

but are no longer human and we

no longer matter.

 

Live now,

live well.