Exhale
Inhale
My friend has prepared me
For the final moments
She sits beside me calm
A woman not scared
Or so she says…
But I see the fear
In her eyes
For she is not prepared
For this eventuality
I pass the pipe
Medicinal purposes I tell her
It’s what keeps me hanging on.
She takes a puff
And coughs up a storm
I laugh and cry at her tears
For I will soon be home
She falls back against the chair
Holding her breath for all she’s worth
Then slowly an exhale
She now knows the truth
For I am dead and gone
I cross the river
And sit under a tree
And watch her from beyond
As she begins to see
That death is in my eyes
My chest it’s final heave
For we exhaled together
The only difference between
Life and death
Was that final breath
A second between life and death
That separates us all.
Exhale
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2013
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