The person I was yesterday died this morning.
Last week was only just buried,
and the ashes of a decade ago still sit on the mantle.
I grieve for the lives I’ve lost, and ache knowing how many more I’ve got to lose to go on.
My dying wish is that whoever wakes up in my bed tomorrow-
that person who will inherit my face and take my name, will remember who I was.
Tonight I am writing a eulogy
to assure myself
I will not die in vain.
Time Marches On.