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Finite

Hannah Erskine

A moment

Began in a breath

Gone in another

A flash of inspiration

A temporary fix

One look in someone’s eyes

A heartbeat

A blink of an eye

A beat of butterfly wings

Every step on a concrete walk

One image in a sea of memory

One word in hundreds of pages

Mortality

The touch of fingers

A whisper

The warmth of embrace

A kiss

One glimpse of a soul

Finite

If everything were finite

Gone, a spark in the wind

If nothing lived on

Shedding finite casings

Then why are we here?

Or are some things

Infinite?