Your oldest friend,
Walks with you to the end.
An Agenda unknown,
Living in a world unseen,
When you lay with him,
“‘Til the end!” You cry,
“There is so much more,” you say.
A drop rolls away,
He pulls you in close,
You look him in the eyes.
“What does it mean?
To feel so serene?”
And you prepare to face
The last sweet embrace.
Photographer: Brad Fults
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