Though I must move on

I lament to leave it behind

The fossils of your love

That fuel the memories of now

Of my ego

Of the fact of my ability to be loved

I have burned through them

I soon run dry

What do I fear more?

Loneliness

Or that on my solitary walks past streams

Eventually lead me to my own thoughts

To the unbearable truth that the brain forgets

No matter how potent or true

Or how bad you want to hold it close,

That it must make room for the new, the coming,

For the people you must love and the experiences that will pass,

And that time is both a healer and a killer,

And that one day I will walk,

And forget your voice, and your touch, and stare at the water,

And imagine life as passing through it,

Becoming it,

And despite the fallen trees,

And the litter cans,

That it pushes through, unrelenting,

And I watch it, grateful, for its proof of resilience.