Three months
originally written 9/22/09
In three months she will expire,
body grows sour by the hour,
mortality is a lame concept,
Never have I been more scared of a future
inept are the holidays
with the waning presence,
waiting on a death sentence,
still hoping the man in white,
spun a false light,
My love hurts but I cannot stop it,
Death flirts with its people on a constant basis,
but 58 is too young to know what your fate is,
to be knocked off your feet,
by a darkness impossible to foresee,
Thanksgiving is all I need,
One more dinner with the mother-in-law,
I’ll never meet.
None of us here are truly ready,
for the days that keep coming steady.
