We made a conscious decision to ignore it forever,
forsaking reality for one we could explore forever.

Telling stories around a campfire, we were entranced.
The embers crackled at each other, but no war is forever.

Her eyes filled with shock at the knife in her chest.
She gasped for breath, her body wanting more forever.

He laughed. She smiled. Work could wait another hour.
They were in love with each other they swore, forever.

We told stories to our children, teaching them nightly
how to escape the physical; imagination’s door is forever.

All things withered around us. Even minds fade in time.
She said to me, “Kyle, you know we can’t restore it forever.”