We, we--see, I have lost even some of mine

They all were me and mine, weren't they?

A box full of papers laid to rest

cold, cardboard coffin bowed out on all sides

"wait, wait, I'll come back, wait"

I forgot they were just sleeping

just the image of death

and in doing so leave them to die

entropy and obscurity

it too late to return to the ceremony?

"I was distracted. I'm sorry. But I'm back now, and I've got your souls. No worries. Hold on."

It scares me that I could have forgotten so many faces I myself drew and vowed to one day give life.

I must work harder from now on.

I must work endlessly.