You are now immortal

While the sun sets on another day
They aren’t there to see it.
While the dark bags under their eyes recoil,
like their feet now, off the soil, onto the clouds.

Moons that we mere mortals look up at,
will now fly past and whirl around their feet,
Saturn will, dance amongst their hands,
Their eyes will see the seven wonders of the world,
crumbled into golden sands, dripping between the gaps in their fingers, like sand.

Because time has paused
to take a breath just for them.
And the golden clocks aren’t ticking for them.
And the seas and storms are calm for them.
And the pain that is rising up
from this land on which we used to lie,
Isn’t enough to reach them.

So we throw up our hearts instead,
And they catches them one by one, heals the cracks
and sends them back.

And so they will just float,
Waiting for the rest of us to see them again.
It will take time,
But they will be there in the walls,
And in the paper photos and the metal frames.

We hate to see you go,
But we love you all the same.