endings

we loved in the time of the dying when courage was better than crying but crying was all that remained we buried our friends and our lovers and spoke of our sisters and brothers and couldn’t remember their names we feared that our own time was coming we feared that we too were dying we feared that we had missed all the fun we loved in the time of the dying afraid of both loving and dying afraid we were dying alone the tears of our friends and our lovers the sighs of our sisters and brothers gave meaning when all hope was gone we loved in the time of the dying when courage was safer than crying but crying was all that remained