It's okay, I understand,
If you hesitate to touch my hand.
Run your eye across my form.
This body, my spirit, does not warm.
Press your ear against my chest,
It will not rise to your caress.
Shout my name in my ear,
Your beautiful voice I can not hear.
Kiss my earth caked finger-tips,
I will not answer with my lips.
Seize my shoulders, with all your might,
Shake them - it won't return my sight.
Wherever you choose to take this husk.
Mother Nature will make it rust.
It is not me, so I won't care
If in grief you leave it there.
So walk away for now my friend.
My spirit will meet you in the end.