short and nimble

long and tedious

whichever shall it be,

it is the fate of everyone,

all the dark red roses

of the garden,

all the reserved smiles

of the homeless,

all the floating leaves

of whistling trees.

all the pain,

all the frustration,

all the suffering,

all the happiness,

all the memories,

all the photographs,

to fade,

to fear,

to get lost

in the midst of c h a o s,

to cry,

to laugh,

all that shall end.

and until that,

until that barrier,

i shall do the best i can do,

until death.

and that includes loving you.