Hallucinations of your black shadow
Leaving streaks of your path in airy wakes,
(Our days) risking another in the sun.
I almost gave up yesterday morning.
You were not yet gone, but that truth faded
Like the hair you finally stopped dyeing.
How long will it take for this to collapse
(Bright temple with its burrowing termites)?
To call someone immortal is to ask
Them to die quickly. Just ask Catullus.
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