A poem: To love someone who is dying

[timid_wild_one]

To love someone who is dying
is to cry at odd times:

it's to savor the bitter dregs of tea
years drunk;

gathering spoons from restaurants
stamps, beads, and baubles
that by holding on
maybe s/he(they) can too

it's a dull ache,
nightly tears,
and a fear
there won't be any left-
just the dark space
between the edge of the bed
and the bottom
of

Comments

[lovedbyelyon]

I think it is a beautiful work, Brittany.