In Memoriam
Only on death do personae become people.
The many different faces overlay to create one final masterpiece.
Schools, streets, towns and accents, make way to jobs, children, clubs and hobbies.
Different colours on the brush, finding space just for one day.
The ephemeral eternal respect between all - unknown acquaintances, frenemies.
But flowers don’t last.
The world moves on.
Awkward “how are you moving on’s?” - are forgotten and ignored.
It’s easier to forget and burn a bridge, than face the biggest fear of all: death