Your experience of me will expire.
I will not expire.
Your yearnings will shift
and to you,
I will disappear.
My presence,
my hereness,
my nowness—
it’s already
dwindling
as
I
write
these
words.
I am
okay
to
wane
(according to your eyes)
like
the
Moon.
But I am still here,
forever majestic,
reflecting light
with all my Love,
fortitude, and intensity.