Transient.

Can anyone stay?

Do I constantly want to constantly want - 

to crave the shape of something slipping away?

prone to capture the idea tighter than the thing itself?

to build shrines in my chest for what will only last a day?

At the point of grieving beautiful things

from the very beginning.

Once it starts,

there are only endings.

So, I memorize the glow before the flicker fades...

learning to love the echo more than the praise.