Already Gone

The gift of finitude

We are already gone, you know,
not lost, but held in time’s sure flow,
each breath a gift we cannot keep,
each moment shallow, then too deep.

This isn’t sorrow, this is sight,
to see the day means knowing night,
to feel the warmth of being here,
requires the cold we do not fear.

Life... precious because it ends,
not despite, no need to mend,
like water, beauty’s only caught,
between the is and is-not.

There is no bloom without decay,
no brilliant now without away,
no sweetness on the tongue can stay,
we taste it once, then watch it fade.

And death? It needs us just as much,
our laughter, tears, our human touch,
without our living, burning bright,
what would it mean to dim the light?

So here we are: already dust,
already stars, already just,
and knowing this, we hold it close,
this fleeting life we treasure most.

We are already gone, my friend,
so let us live until the end.

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