The whisper of finitude

finitude
A smile.
A sudden change.
The whisper of finitude.
She feels it right away.
The moment she does, she knows.
She knows love is heavy again.
She hears the deadline.
Again.
 
Talking to her.
Whispering.
In her veins.
Her heart.
Her brain.
Her thoughts.
Saying nothing.
Saying everything.
 
An old friend.
Passing by, then and again.
Often unwelcome.
Yet here to stay.
In all her conscious thoughts.
All her deep feelings.
The deepest.
 
Endless doubt.
Full hearted courage.
A stranger.
A well known friend.
Ambiguous.
Never here when awaited and welcomed.
Always there when loathed.
 
Whimsical.
Contingent.
 
A tussle.
And she does.
She tussles.
Win some.
Lose some.
 
Breathing in and out.
Tuning in and out.
Being in charge and losing control.
Learning.
Unlearning.
Living.
Angst … love … finitude.
 
Alive and dying.
Living in finitude.
Embracing it and being free.
Again.
 
Free. 

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