04 February, 2016

The Last Time

Who’s taking me
to my father’s funeral?
I know I’ve asked at least
five of you
One night or another on leftovers

In death there is peace but
what if it’s not like that at all?
What if you can feel the earthworms
eating your flesh?
What if no one comes to say
goodbye to you?

Who’s taking me to the moment
I will never be whole again?
Let the last time I am myself
be my best
Occupied with smiling and touching
another living thing

In death there is peace but
Love gets ruined by losing time
Memory laughs
and changes the song
You forget how it felt to argue
and dance, and stare

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