death isnít only for the dying

 She lies on a stage
while they sit and watch
waiting for her to die

Frozen wine cubes
in a morphine dream
sheís not ready to let go
but theyíre counting down
the days in minutes and hours
until she can no longer hold on
to breath

Their own fates tenuously unbalanced
thrown into sharp relief
against the walls of their lives
by the lack of her heartbeat
that extends pain only to those
who will miss her in life

Where laughter will fade to memories
the contours of her face blur with time
until only a photograph can capture
the truth of her spirit as it was
before cancer took her life

She lies on a stage
while they sit and watch
waiting for her to die

© Indie Adams 2016
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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