POOF

Our life is not even
a breath from the gaping mouth of eternity
and sometimes it
seems so long 
and every tenth time
that the trees shed 
all their leaves
we look back and stare at three thousand six hundred and fifty yesterdays
that flew by like a decade on a jet, in
disbelief
and suddenly
our mind
is a theatre
showing all the
films of
our memory
of lovers
our dogs 
and 
our cats
and babies
and our triumphs 
and failures
and our great friends
and our mighty 
foes
all of life's
trinkets
and trophies
and 
Catastrophes
as our life is
sucked through 
the vacuum 
of time 
and we die
and after that
more years
and decades fly
and then there's
no one left to remember us

        -David Colbert