The taste of death is upon my lips. I feel something that is not of this earth.
- Mozart (1756-1791)
I am alone with my thoughts
And they are not good
As I await the emptiness
That death brings.
I straddle the void
Between living and dying,
Not knowing how my passing
Will affect those I leave behind.
What words might bring them comfort
As I slip away into nothingness?
My body but an empty shell,
No longer yearning for one more day.
Are there any words?
Maybe it will be a look, a gesture,
That stays with them
Long after I shuffle off this mortal coil.
Perhaps these will be my final words,
Written and not uttered by these lips
That have kissed too few times
And spoken in haste too many.
I hear them on the stairs,
My children now grown so big.
I must think of something witty to say
Lest they find me wanting of a quicker tongue.
I hope they cannot feel this pain
Of wanting to say so much
But not having the words to speak
Though I fear I betray myself.
No words are coming,
No repartee to delight their ears.
Just a vacant stare from behind dull eyes
Though I long to see them one more time.
I am alone with my thoughts
Of love and happy memories
That spill from my eyes involuntarily
As if to say goodbye.
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