The Anatomy of Death

 the empty bed still whispered of her bones. the soiled pillow still held the shape of her head. 

time remained ambivalent. a cordial, yet distant host. 

the lights went dark. the music ceased. 

still the party lingered. too long after the last present had been opened. 

her words like knots coming undone. her life like fallen leaves growing brittle in the sun. 

everyone evaporates. disappears into a sudden nothing. 

when we're too small to see. when we're too fragile to hold. 

memory is all that's left of us.