cold sweaty confusion,
shallow breathing,
all details forward,
this pain,
the ambulance,
the doctor's hands,
in their faces my faith.

a brand new light,
a brand new drive,
once through it all,
if only, if only...

my eulogy....

[?]

it's okay.
we all grow
in their hearts
in their reconstructed stories.

such a waste.

should i live up
into that character,
if it's still time?