When someone close to you
is dying,
it's as if you're
both hanging from a wire
atop the steepest skyscraper
in the middle of a
technicolor city.
Slowly free falling into the
last goodbye.
And, the time that remains
until the end
is surreal with gorgeous agony.
Every moon shines silver,
and every sun bleeds gold.
Because, it's all temporary -
you, me, us, it, them, that.
Time is precious, and that
beating clock of a heart
will someday wake you up to your last morning - with them,
your last cup of coffee - with them,
your last day ever - with them.
When someone close to
you is dying,
you touch death yourself,
and suddenly that newly fragile
person becomes a desperately
important part of your life.
You can't stop death,
you can't fix death,
you can't change death-
you can only accept it
and everything that comes with it.
The anger, the regret, the fear, that
******* ticking clock of mortality
that turns your insides inside out.
And with that painful realization
comes the remedy:
Cherish every single last
breath you share together,
every last good morning,
every last embrace,
every last....last.
For we are magic, this is magic,
you are magic.
That's the bittersweet reward of
slow dancing with death,
it forces us to finally
Live Now.