Lying There Alone
Death arrives late,
but the dying begins early
You sense it in your motion,
—feel it in your bones
Life becomes compressed,
before ending abruptly
Memory all that’s left,
—you lying there alone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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