Die Alone
We leave.
Into eternal sleep.
Going down.
Ever down.
Until we reach eternity.
We all leave.
For we all sleep.
Yet there are some of us
That live before they leave.
And breathe the breaths
Of the air that other people exhale.
They, too, need to sleep.
So, they leave.
Yet when they leave
They really leave.
Unlike some of us
That die each day
Before we leave
And never live.
And so when we die
We don’t really die.
For you can’t die
When you’re already dead.
Being one of them
I tried to live.
And breathe the air
That your chest breathes.
Yet you close your mouth
And then your nose.
Like as if wanting
To not want me to live.
You could’ve saved me
From this eternal cycle
Of wanting and needing
But dying and leaving.
For you could’ve held my hand.
And I could’ve held yours.
We could’ve died together.
Never leaving each other.
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