You
crawl before me,
yet,
when I turn my head
you run, you fly.
You’re
gone
and I
can never catch up,
never
get you back.
Eternity
spreads out before me,
yet my
path
narrows
a little
more
each
day
until
one day it comes down to a
point,
a period.
And we
all know
a period
signifies the
end
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