Pausing, I remember the white snow capped
Sighs departing from your spun out white capped
Lips; you lifted your neck and with it your head
Tilted, and looked for me.  It was then that
I died a little, for I saw you in reality, a sorry
State of affairs...clinging to life itself
Dearly longing for a break in this broken
Passageway of your life.  

How might we endorse the meaning of 'Your
Life'....together; could we walk...you on wheels...
Me pushing with all my might until the curtain
Falls and snuffs your life upwards towards heaven
And home, your beat no longer in time with mine....as

I am left looking into the filmy clouds
Of your departure, hanging on your last words...
"Life's been a blast...from start to finish", and my
Finish has arrived before yours...that's all!!!
As simple as that...and you were gone

But life is not so simple!!!....not now, not here
Not...anywhere....