I'm sorry it has come to this
but my time has come to pass
19 going on 90
and I can no longer remain.

But for you,
dawn will bring another day
until your day arrives
to take you home.

Perhaps then we'll meet again
in a heaven
or a hell
or someplace where the gone must go.

I closed my eyes
before I went
to save you
that final ache.

My stiffened limbs
I've kept them whole
so you could have
a body to hold.

bloodless and cold
I will go
as I have lived
and I have felt.

Don't mourn your loss
for nothing has left
but the breath it had become
so hard to draw.

Celebrate my absence
for all it means is that I can sleep
as I have never slept before
no wicked things will haunt my dreams.

For the dead can dream no more.