Not Now Dead
Do I wish you dead,
rather than merely dying?
You see, if you were gone
now, oh now,
not remaining then,
not here at a future time,
with lasting misery,
it would be no longer.
It could be
gone, gone, gone,
and I should have time
once the gravity of grieving
had become something that was
then, then, then
rather than
now, now, now.
(April 2022)
Copyright © Andrew John | Year Posted 2022
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