Photogenic Funeral Procession

Paparazzi flashes through the tenants of our smiles

Crumbling tears shedding skin as the price we pay skims our miracle miles

Headlamps of moments in motion as the planes we crash sing our whole lives in gravitating gallops high dive artists too camera shy at first glance

Silence tucks us in nose over tail spinning the days where survivors guilt sung us to sleep we never wake from as we gasp in the night for longer life in a nightmare burning down.

Craving the weather where we embraced in endless sunsets while wafting winds from oceans with no end sped up our heart rates embedding the dreams of growing old underneath the stars one heartbeat next to ours.

Pause-less symphonies gather together where the synaptic eulogies unite in the face of what could have been, as the summers blend to autumn as the future enrolls in the winter and into the night we're fugitives in our own time.

Folding the photo into the backs of memories that slowly get smaller, as innocence boils with the vapors in the stoves we left on in our time.

The blossoms fold out of bloom.

The tea begins freeze, and settle

You're the pot, and I'm the kettle whistling into the ether

Silence bellows back no sign of beacons

The camera flashes and we fade out of time

Sighing the coals weaken.

Our skin sheds

I won't stop believing.

Earth to Houston.

We're leaving.