By: E
Summary: Emo flash poetry about how life is fleeting.
we do not know
we are living
the final memories of a friendship until we realize
we can’t remember the last time we talked.
we do not know
we are living
the final moments of our parents’ youth until we realize
their grey strands have grown uncountable.
we do not know
we are living
the final chapter of our lives
until we realize
there are no more words
to say–
. . .
Author Bio
I’m E. E for Extreme procrastinator because I wrote this poem 10 minutes before the end of the new year, thinking it would be fitting for the theme “Epilogue” but that’s just procrastinating. Happy new year everyone.
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