Faded

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.