Thoughts from in between the sets.
Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 7:45 pm
I died
on that day
next to her
as she lay dying
the gift of life
slipping away
from more than one
I left me
by the bedside
deathbed for two
moving
from one
to the next
deathbeds
twins
briefly
in the cycle
now
only one remains
but not the same
deadness
beside the berth
sorrowfully slumped
again
the dead
next to the dying
there is life
slipping away
from only one
tending
the unmending
sitting with life
repose for death
watching
waiting
wanting
a twofold parting
ragged
is the living dead
after all
the death
I had life
but
I wasn't alive
on that day
next to her
as she lay dying
the gift of life
slipping away
from more than one
I left me
by the bedside
deathbed for two
moving
from one
to the next
deathbeds
twins
briefly
in the cycle
now
only one remains
but not the same
deadness
beside the berth
sorrowfully slumped
again
the dead
next to the dying
there is life
slipping away
from only one
tending
the unmending
sitting with life
repose for death
watching
waiting
wanting
a twofold parting
ragged
is the living dead
after all
the death
I had life
but
I wasn't alive