Headstones - WRVTH

As time passes

Colors start to blur

Empty apologies

Forgotten goodbyes

Folded up and saved in a box

Fading to a time stained keepsake of formative years

Stowed on a shelf next to books that were never read

A canvas once washed in blood and bile

Burnt and scathed

Kept hidden in plain sight

Like scars and calluses

A reminder of a time we use to dream

When the sunrise of tomorrow felt like an unwavering promise

Now everything is old and grey

Like the headstones on the cemetery lawn

Inscribed with a quotable phrase to remember us by when we’re long gone