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.