Mortality
I can feel my own mortality
It seeps through my body
Sending chills to my spine
Filling in the empty spaces
A winter inversion settling in
Blanketing everything in a dull grey
I feel it in my soul
Weighing down
Dragging me down
Stagnant, sublime
I have watched the end of many seasons
Each with a yearning to have one moment more
One last wisp of nostalgia to hold on to
Before it fades
Like we all fade
Leaving memories of what once was
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