Time no longer bites at my heels,
nor do the seasons pull me forward.
I stand,unchanging,
as the world forgets how to say my name.

Friends turn to echoes,
lovers,to mist.
Even the stars shift their
constellations,
tired of the same sky.

There is no end,
only the stretch-
of days like glass,
of silence so deep it hums.

To live forever
is not to live more,
but to carry
every ending
without release.