Your face now absent

From this place

The soft footprints

That your words traced

In our minds

Fade with time

My memory warps

I'm not so sharp

Anymore

Narratives changed

Rearranged

The stories that i store

Deep down inside

From another lifetime

Another lifetime...

"He who was living is now dead

We who were living are now dying

With a little patience..."

(T.S. Eliot)

I carry no torch, no flame

I slowly turn ill and lame

But i remember you

Humanity lost so many

But my thoughts dwell

On one amidst the hell

When the world fell

Who held true

Arms to the roof

As it caved, you stayed

And we crawled free

Oh, to think you spent so much

Bracing for what couldn't be foreseen

Wasting such time and energy

On eschatology

In the end, you went down

Anyway...