~radio9x

It was the last falling.
The moments slowed to a crawl
much slower than the grass could grow.
I felt warmth finally
but only in my eyes and my groin.
A dampness with no stain.
Inside my shell going colder fast.
I would say this prayer she taught me
but I forgot to whom.
The quaint fairy tales I remember,
part of me deep, so deep
they lay partially submerged in green mist.
The rain was such a soft sound as it puddles on my side.
It washes my tears into fertile ground seeds they wait.
Will I disappear?
Will I be remembered for anything?
Does it matter,
I think not for these tiny organisms
reach up into me with tiny sting of longing...
for something I wasted so long ago.