Death comes slowly to those that attend it
Resting heavily just outside the door

those with purpose,
with important tasks
rush around, sure of the necessity of what they’re doing
Impossibly removed, distant.

Memories for company.
Failures that reveal themselves as merciful limits planted to save you from fruitless endeavors
Folly, suddenly the friend that provides lessons carried for guidance
Material successes relinquish their comforts
leaving only
sacrifices and love spilt as water in a rainstorm

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