The sky slowly loses its color, its fading shade
turns only darker
as I slowly melt with it.
Am I disappearing to the world too
as it routinely disappears in front of me?
Was I ever even here?
I have walked the same paths religiously,
read the same books, sung the same songs
kissed the same lips
and chanted the same name in desperation for a lifetime.
Was it ever noticed?
My steadily dissolving life -
I am here, I was here
but if you ask me to prove it
Can I?
How can I?
In this life, death seems to be the only evidence
of its existence.
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