Fossilized

Some things don't decay,

they just change

what they're made of

the shape stays exactly the same,

hollowed out,

replaced

from above

mineral by

mineral,

until what's left

isn't what it was

but it's still,

unmistakably, the shape

of what it does

Fossilized. Fossilized.

I kept the shape of you

long after the rest

was gone. Fossilized. Fossilized.

Not alive. Not nothing.

Something in between,

carried on.

They'll dig this up in some future they can't picture yet

and know exactly what shape used to live in this regret I

am not preserving you

out of

weakness, understand I

am preserving you

because some shapes deserve

to withstand

Fossilized.

Fossilized.

I kept the shape of you

long after the rest was gone.

Fossilized.

Fossilized.

Not alive. Not nothing.

Something in between,

carried

on.