Sublime

He whispers a line from Euripides to an audience only of memories. – All is change; all yields its place and goes.

But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.

Then he would leave for the underworld, where I could never go, for gods are the opposite of death.

Because nothing could be taken from me, I thought, if I had already given it away.