Before I Die
Imagine.
I find out I might die from a fatal illness.
I have few days or less to live.
And things are not right, even after investing a decade with a family.
You know what I would tell my “better” half?
“FUCK YOU!”(middle finger to his face).
I’m sure now you would take me seriously.
While Death is behind.
Where were you?
Physically?
Emotionally?
The support?
I no longer had the energy to be your cheerleader.
My soul running on empty.
Blood drained from my body.
While Death is by my side.
And while I still love you, I should have left,
While I still had a life to live.
What’s the point of venting, you say?
While Death is holding my hand.
To be free of the anger in my mind.
I don’t want to take with me.
And while I will miss the main loves in my life,
I have to admit I am scared.
But I have no time to think about that.
The door is opened.
My chaperone leading the way.
I have to go.
(2014)
