the Tulips

I met somebody like you, once. they beamed like a roaring sun. they cried like a thunder storm.

they took a piece out of me once, blood and viscera and memory. they were afraid of what they saw.

they began to fade to light, their self rearranging to heart, their body deforming to void.

their friends called me by their name, unable to perceive the loss. maybe they never knew them.

my body is null, void like theirs. my self is breath, and I fade to light. sometimes I see their reflection.

but I'll fade the same way, nobody will perceive the loss. nobody will ever know me.