Watching the life in the farthest depths of my waking mind,

People walking by, As i turn around to sigh,

Slowly, desperately, trying not to say goodbye....

What will it be like in the end?
For all life’s work to depend
On the expanse between breath and breath
To lose or to gain, making not any more difference than
To pain the brain for an answer
Why did I wait so long to grab
The hand that was beside me all these years?
This pain is almost a stab
Juxtaposed against my tears
To laugh, to smile, to be a happier me
Is a miracle, the impossibility, I see
With all, but a piece remaining
Of that which I once was, I leave
An image, to begin from the end
So that, even though strained
by paradox, I will be born again