Stop Time, And

what can we do?
this joy is so ephemeral.
200 units of time and then
      nothing.
or something: the beginning
of the fading.

I've tried, before,
to see the beauty in beauty faltering before my eyes
but I am a creature of eternities
and foreverafters lingering
on your mind like a kiss, or
I suppose,
      a slap in the face.

I am just here,
            waiting.

like a knife to the ribs.
            waiting.

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