all we can do is keep breathing….

It’s hard to understand what it means to let go
When the warm flesh becomes cold and rigid
The hazel eyes become distant
Then waiting patiently for the lights to dim

If ever I was prepared, now is not

Grasping the potency of death
Leaning for a gentle touch
A kiss by the parted: a final goodbye
Then I wait patiently for the lights to dim

If ever I am prepared, now I can’t

From the slow fall time must wake us
Pick up the pieces from these fragments
All you knew to be once real now is gone
Then he waits patiently for the lights to dim

If ever I am prepared,

I’m not.