If I Am Unfortunate
October 29, 2015
If I am the unfortunate one
and I live beyond your days,
not making the passage before you,
surviving will be a contradiction to my desire.
I cannot see that day
without your breath in my ear,
whispering words no one else can hear.
I cannot fathom that first day
when I no longer know your arms
wrapped around my shoulders
sending strength to stand against any unforeseen harm.
I will see your figure in scrubs walking
down the stairs off our deck.
Rushed you will be, leaving for a day
The car will start, and you will leave
for a workday that has no end.
You will not come home.
No engine sounds, there will be no footsteps on the ground.
I do not want to face that time.
I will fold into myself and wait for mine.
Any solace could only come from visions,
hallucinations of your eyes looking into mine.
They would lock upon each other, stay fixed.
I would melt again into them
and be forever gone.
~ mj goodman