i begin to think that death
is for the adventurous
and i am only a coward

i die so quietly
you dont even notice
im just an empty shell

now
i die quietly
only death can see me

now
i die

Breathing is too much
for me today; maybe I’ll
stop for a minute.

I have been gone from here, haven’t I, Love?
My body has faithfully occupied its given space,
And resolutely fulfilled the duties expected of it,
But I have been as a sojourner in a foreign land,
With only a thin tether of loyalty to bring me home.

It doesn’t fit right, you know.
The sleeves are too tight,
the shiny threads
running through the material
are scratchy,
and I never really liked this color,
anyway.
I wonder if I can return it?