The one that remains

and

the one that has left

are separated by

a single breath

and

an instant in time.

Passing shadows,

erased

by the light

which arrives, at all times,

swiftly

and

without warning.

How quickly the mystery

fades

and all that its left is

a warm,

lifeless body

for which

nothing now matters

and speeding away

a vehicle

and a driver,

for whom

nothing never mattered.

Dreams of darkness

on the asphalt

the endless sleep

and the body is

still warm

and soft

as

I take it in my hands

and return it

to the Earth.

How quickly the mystery fades.

 

 

Fivos R Drymiotis 11/7/2005