Ephimeral
I can only perceive people as ephimeral
I look at my friends and I can only see the day I'll stop replying to their texts
I look at my mom and I can only think of the day she'll die
I look at my sister and I can only imagine the days I won't call back
People are always temporary, no matter how much you love them
You could argue that they'll live on
In your favorite jokes or in the movies you rewatch
But that just means that you'll never have those people like you once did
You can't dig a grave to lay on their chest again
And you can't send a voicemail narrating your day to a number that blocked yours
It almost makes you think
Why even bother loving at all?
Why bother hating? or liking? or adoring?
Maybe, if I stop talking to my friends
If I cut ties with my mom
If I never travel to my sister's city
It won't hurt as much
And they'll be strangers before they're ephimeral












