Rice Paper

She comes apart and breaks so easily
Imagining the life she painted on rice paper
Burns in the wind
We ride our bicycles for the last time
Uncork the wine and raise our glasses high in the sky
Unraveling begins
She said “I wish that I could be fearless
Except the ocean tide like their warm arms
Taking me over”
But suicide is never so painless
I feel these changes come and these changes go
The end, it begins
She comes apart and brakes so easily
Imagining the life she painted on rice paper
Rice paper, rice paper