I don't want to talk
about death in first
person.
I don't want to think
about the endless line
of bones that lead
to the pile that will
one day be me.
I don't want to think
about death
but I do it all the time.
I don't like the finality
that waits at the end of
every day.
I don't like the days that
go on and leave me behind.
I don't want to talk
about death in first
person
because it means that
we're talking about mine.
There are infinite tomorrows
that belong to a world
without me in it
and I know that this fact
is fine.
But I don't want to talk
about death in first person
if it means I have to
join the line.