The final dregs of sanity leave my veins

The vanity

The sanctity

The grace

We cry and we pace

We cope and we brace

A pain we cannot change

The finality of it

Trying in vain to scoff at it

I hate the dread

That consumes my brain

Knowing this moment is coming

No matter my refrain

Wishing and wanting it to stop

I cannot will it to cease

Though you are at peace

I cry but the tears won’t come

Not yet

They’ll come in waves

In days ahead, years ahead

I still whisper your name

When I enjoy a moment or two

Incanting and hoping you’re there

Knowing you’re there

Experiencing it too

You’re always there

You’re always here now

There is no distance between us

I feel it in my heart

Though my physical senses deceive me

Reminding me your form is changed

Into something I do not yet know how to perceive

The finality of it drains me

Though I try to recall this is no end

Only one type of an end

Adjacent to a beginning

In a story that never ends