This morning I woke up
  and was already dead

Words shrouding my body,
  new verse in my head

I start to count backwards,
  all time in reverse

The music still playing,
  new song unrehearsed

This morning I woke up
  to the end of it all

The grieving had started,
  last memory a pall

The alarm had gone off
  before life called my name

The emptiness over,
—my soul free again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)