Gone, Going, Gone

"Another shot before we kiss the other side;

I'm on the edge of something final we call life tonight."

Memories, encapsulated

Ribbons of light on dew

May the morning rise

Raise flight

A thousand golden doves

Silence

Pitter patter

Tick tock

Now it's gone

Here, once

Twice, not

Trivial, feeble

Brief

Tread your footsteps lightly

For fear they leave a mark

On the robust fabric of history

That you have weaved, you've sought

Memories

Exist, an embodiment

Ethereal within substance

How much do they weigh?

Their weight in gold, for you.

But for now it's gone.

Smile more

Uttered, unbeknownst

Our last moment.

Tears sketch,

Places to be kissed,

Trembling

At sites needing your touch.

Gone

Going

Going

Gone

You're on the edge of glory,

And all I can hang on, for the rest of my life,

Is hope, for another moment with you.