dying

Will it be
Such silence
A piece of mind
With passing

A momentary fragment
Of memories
Flooding back

Will it be gone
From one second to the
Next
The air slowed
Till nothing

Not a breath
Or heaving assault on lungs

It will be a quietness
That comes in the stillness
Of night saving
What is left of her dignity

There will be no eyes
Watching
Prying whispers

I wonder
Will it be the same
For this year and the next

Will my own sand
Glisten
And waves crash all over

Will my silence
Carry me
Far past the breakers
And into
That blue blue sky

A stretching expanse that
Was always set to
Save me


antiquechild

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