Existence

Nothing but a process,
change all the time.
So many causes and conditions,
unimaginable and aligned.

I bow to the mirror,
cry from time to time.
Joy, tenderness or awe
any would be right.

So delicate and fragile,
exquisite and unique.
As a cherry blossom
Swaying in the warm breeze.

When I look your way
I want to stop time and space
you may disappear anytime,
so ephemeral, my chest aches.

What will remain after you are gone?
a blazing sensation in my heart
your existence and beauty,
ingrained in my eyes.

What will remain after I am gone?
Not even the memory of us,
but the reassurance of a world
kinder after we were born.