If I knew I would die tomorrow
I’d come visit you at work
In the morning

My kiss would surprise you I’m sure,
Transfix you for a moment
And by the time you’d realized
The need to object
My tears and kisses would have reached your neck
And your protest would recede
Under my wordless prayer

And in that moment
When we are at last entwined,
Its then that you would know
That it’s been you
All this time;
That it’s been you
For which my life has been justified;
Only you
Were my light
When all the world was darkness.

I’d slip out without a word
Before you could respond
And as you drifted away that night
Beside your good-hearted husband,
With my last breath I’d pray for you
The power to choose:
An immortal memory
Or effortless
Forgetfulness

10/09/2005

Posted on 10/09/2005
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