"HELLO MR. DEATH AND HOW ARE YOU?"

I felt like a fog
in the shape of a man

a dream walking
a shadow come alive

never more
alive now

I was
dying

this moment
the most precious thing

I had ever
owned

unable to believe
I was leaving

the sunlight of this
morning behind

me forever

time lay scattered
on the ground

my reflection trapped
in broken bits of mirror

strange that I
would never be

me ever
again

a cuckoo
( the clock )not( the bird )

had the last word
I had to

smile...