Nature always had her way of homeostasis
Replacing the replaceable
Tell the irreplaceable returned to dust
For the awaiting recycling,an unexcapable fate
I thought we could escape the inevitable together
But then you turned to dust in my arms And remained a scarlet scar on my soul
To think I lost you to the mass of recycling
Mingling with mother earth till disintegration to unrecognision

And now you linger...