I eye death nervously
Choose a life sentence instead
A padded room, windows
Without bars make it harder
To jump.
I listen to my heart
And sometimes hear
Another's beating
That's it
I only dreamt you
I was always alone.

I see a flashing white hearse
A cavalcade of mourners
Unable to keep up.
Strangers setting down
Their shopping
To give little cheers
As if there is no separation
And death was a celebration
Of life
Could be celebrated
In life,
And in the space
We make for it
Another comes.