seven

No longer do they move,
rigid, solid I've grown.
Leeched out, the life, the youth,
all that remains are hollow bones.

But not all is lost, the law of life,
in exchange garners memories forever.
For what I now lack and have lost,
continues on, holding me like a tether.

It is a pity that all will vanish,
the life, the love we share.
For within a blink of an eye,
time, a thief, disappears into thin air.