The sweaty palms, the snoring,
loud peculiar laughter,
the annoying sound made while chewing...
they wrap it all up...
first in skin
and then in a casket.
So many stories,
so many memories...
a childhood, an adolescence,
lonely nights unseen,
struggles to establish a legacy...
they wrap it all up silently.
When a person is gone,
so many things are lost.
An entire library is either burnt or buried.
And the ashes float in the cosmos...
lightweight, free...
for eternity.

©whitewings