If I wait long enough here, I’ll start to rot.
My skin will slowly wilt and cave in
and my glassy eyes will shatter?
If I stand here long enough, the vines will climb,
climbing up my brittle skeleton
which slowly bleaches in the sun?
If I sit waiting here long enough
even my skeleton will crumble to dust and ash,
leaving nothing left of me on this earth?
If I fade away,
then will the memories made this home,
Inside of me,
once upon a time; everything
become nothing too?