Alas, posterity.
Alack, such sincerity.
I lay my white crown round.
I load it down.
High school papers' honorific, acrobatic headlines.
Long lost 5k charities and small town race times.
The animated remnants of a life before i knew you,
And you were mine.
Alas, posterity.
Alack, such sincerity.
We lay white arrows 'round.
We load it down.
Stillborn eloquence and evidence of european tours.
Still-resolving photos close enough to see your pores.
The annotated remnants of a life i lived behind you,
When i was yours.
Once, all alone in a red october,
Wound down vainglorious in clover.
Frowns found under words of a turk in dover,
Now lines you'd hide web-woven over.
But unsung liturgies, obituaries written to the sun.
Inundated pages old enough to make you young.
Commemorate the remnants of a life in twenty-aught-few,
When we were one.
Alas, posterity.
Alack, such sincerity.
You laid your white brow round,
And now,
And now, i load it down.
