What do we have as our last breath breathes,
What are those final things that define who we are
Who we were, who we are going to be.
The coins and paper gold, worthless
The detritus of life, left behind
Piles of stuff no longer needed
As those final seconds slip into nothingness
Those last winds of change charge blood
For a final time
There are only emotions and memories
Clear thoughts of all that has gone
Nuggets of true gold
Diamonds, stars in the final darkness
Life’s loves become everything in that instant
As the wings of all those loves
Lift the unfettered soul towards something
Nothing is is left behind, yet everything is
Left behind.

Love, Poetry, Words

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