THE PACT BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH

When someone dies,

the living remember.

Much later her mirror

opens its mouth to speak,

his chair starts to murmur,

even the paths recall their steps.

Beyond the window,

a slow sunset

acquires their habitual tone.

Thus the living abide

in terms of the departed.

And so in time

does the manner, the motion

of the living

begin to resemble the dead.