Friday, August 23, 2013

just before jimmy died

just before jimmy died
his breathing was only
a habit-
his last addiction.

i whispered into his ear
"it's ok"
and i think i believed it.

i gasped in air with him
until the air stood still.

the moon that night was full and generous-
a quiet friend to keep us company
as we remembered.

i'm remembering now:
the heat rising from his body-
the way the color slipped away with his life-
the way he listened to my voice
from somewhere far away.

i told him where to turn
and he did not hesitate.

i wonder who will draw a map for me
to lead me away from my last breath?

i hope they know more than me.

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