you're made up of
atoms from times past,
of deceased dinosaurs
and meteors. you are
created from the dust
of old civilisations,
ancient nations and
holy rust. perhaps
you even hold the fraction
of a smile from someone
we're not even sure
ever truly existed.
you are built up
from extinction,
for from the mould
of decay things can
grow once again.
for darling, even if
everything breaks
down into nothing,
who's to say nothing
cannot create everything?
in the end we are all
made of the same residue,
the same molecules
of earth, from which
we have been grown.
