The words are fading

The writing has come undone
Pages loosen from the heart and drift across the dark water: The separation of heart, mind, and soul has happened

I am drowning; it’s all drowning

Ink dissolves beneath my fingers, and every sentence becomes a current. I am left to speak but I, too, will succumb, as did the writing
Still, a page rests against my face, soft as a memory

Don’t forget me, Don’t forget the writing, Don’t forget the beauty of life
Hold the fading words

Remember