There's no joy in memory

the leaves dry

and fall

and bud and dry and fall and fall

and no memory stifles the rhythm

the ebbs and tides of failing and falling

and succeeding and forgetting

and living and loving

and hating and regretting

A tragedy of impermanence

Of lives leaving no residue

as if never lived

we dry and fall

as fools believing

that lives are lived as films

we can watch more than once

But a year lived

is a year gone

never to return

a sun set that will never rise

and to forsake one year of the total

is to forsake all things good

is to refuse life itself

over cowardice

this home and this night and this moon and this light

and this wrong and this right and this girl and this fight

were the last and first and best and worst

and all year, minute, and second

are crossed off as done

all fire is ash with no one to witness

dancing is nothing but the trampled ground

beneath trees soon to fall

and rise and fall

and all breath is cold air

and all love is dust

all memory is buried

beneath hurried steps who quickly forget

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