As an arm is to a body

As my arm is but a chunk of me,

you are but a part of my life

spanned over what feels like hours multiplied by eternities.

You may perpetuate the current,

the now that is so dire. But

Come my arrival to the end,

shall I then,

only then,

see clearly

The Smallness Of you.

That depth I seek was never in you ,perhaps not in anyone 

For this existence,

it stretches vastly.

And as my arm is one thing I forget I own,

so, gratefully,

I shall forget you were ever in a small way mine.

As an arm is merely an atom of greater universal monuments.

And you. 

Perhaps even less than that.

Less in a wider, deeper place 

Less and less

I shall forget you