They were once vibrant
walking with you
through the corridors of life
now they dwell silently
wan specters in the depths of memory
where chance hints of their presence
are stirred now and again
encountering reminders that
bring them into dim focus
and you wonder
did their waning years
robbing them of vitality
warn them of their descent
into the vacuum
that absorbs all that has lived
and did they prepare themselves
accordingly, remotely aware
and revealing nothing
that might spur dreaded Death's
untimely arrival?
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