Fade

It will fade. 

It will all fade. 

Like the sun’s light at the end of a day. 

Like the haze of mist on the horizon of a wet winter morning. 

Everything will fade. 

The pain. 

The longing. 

The love and the lust. 

The joy and the sorrow. 

The pleasure. 

It will all fade. 

It will turn to dust. 

Metal turns to rust. 

Oxygen breathes life and breaks it down. 

Entropy disentangles all our entanglements. 

Pieces fit together in syntropic life 

from star stuff exploded out of the universe’s ass 

a trillion years ago. 

All of it will fade. 

In the silence 

the daze of our days 

will be gone, relief will reign. 

The peace of nothingness. 

When the pieces we put together with our hearts and minds 

are pulled apart into their constituent parts. 

Atoms to quarks. 

It will fade.