i remember when they told me about the first one. we were eating dinner when they took him aside and tore his life out from inside him. i still don't know if it was more painful watching his face or knowing i'd never see hers crack open in that grin she seemed to keep just for me.
the second's hand was in mine when they told me, and it changed right there from a hand into skin and flesh and bone. cold.
by the third i was an old hand at it. phone, twelve thousand miles apart. i think i just nodded.
the fourth was a nudge in the middle of the night, and in silence i showered and prepared to dance to that old tune again.

it seems like it's an eternal coming and going, enter, stage right, exit stage left. we're in a perpetual state of motion, of fluidity, where we don't just exist from one moment to the next, we flow.

"immortality is all i seek."