If I Am Unfortunate

October 29, 2015

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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. 

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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. 

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I will see your figure in scrubs walking

down the stairs off our deck. 

Rushed you will be, leaving for a day 

of stress. 

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