Time does not care for you or me.
Even years after the trees
sway with the breezes
that once carried our laughter,
time will not remember us
not care or want from us
a single second more
then what we got before.
It is neither fair nor unfair,
simply part of the air out there.
Like the currents that carry
our boats from one shore
to the next sandy beach
it will not be worse for our loss
or much better off.
It will merely be
continuing sans human being.