Dead Like Latin

One day
in the future,
we'll talk. And
then you'll use a
word. Or I will.

Or maybe a phrase.
And it'll cause the other
to frown. A mild
disturbance will cross
my face. Or yours.

Because then we will
know, know that a language
once shared
is now gone. Dead like
Latin.

For as our lives move,
they will move
apart. To a place where
new friends use new words
that old friends
won't understand.

And so it is then
that we will know
it's over. That our
time has passed. The
close become distant.

One day
in the future
we'll talk. But
you won't understand.
Or I won't.

Reviews

[Queen of wands]

This is such a melancholy sentiment yet it begs to be recognized for the paralels in the language being used to describe relationships that eventually burn out as languages do at times it is really described here in a gorgeous manner. On a personal level, this piece renders me urging the writer of it not to "let go so easily" or something. Something about this has hindered my ability to remain objective to my view of it. I am personally affected, I can't put my finger on it; truly the mark of an effective piece.