Without Permission

It flows so fast today
Without much warning
Doesnt even ask permission
“Can I fall from your eyes
and seep into your cheeks?”

Loss of what?
Loss of memories I think
Loss of feeling helpless
Loss of the end coming so close you can almost touch it

The bed which I laid in
The cupboard with my clothes
The drawers with trinkets
Peices of identity, but loss…

Loss is your life flowing
Without permission
“Can I fall from your being and seep into the ground?”

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