We have become two masterpieces
Lucky enough to collect dust
In the same museum.
Hung next to each other
Until we are bubble wrapped,
Sent off to our unmarked graves
Locked in a storage facility
collecting dust.
Our bodies may wither,
Our names and faces forgotten -
But for all the time on Earth
We will lie together,
Forging a path into eternity
Where eventually our remains
Will drift into the same stars the Big Bang
Erupted for.
I am warm thinking of the day
I wake up next to you
As nothing but dust -
Watching and waiting for a new existence
Beside you,
Created one atom at a time.
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Sam Osko
I've loved writing stories and poetry since fourth grade. If you like it, that's awesome. Tell me and it'll make my whole week. If not that's cool, me neither sometimes.
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