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Moment of Death
There's a tap-tap-tapping at my window
and I know
it's not the wind
Is it the way I feel today
when you're blowing through my mind
The letters that I sent you
were all returned unread
all those goodbyes without reason
choked words we never said
Just before we die
maybe we'll finally understand
everything that happens
throughout our lives
by which time it's too late anyway
until the next life
if there is one
And if there is
I'd like to see you again
maybe catch up a little
it doesn't seem like a big deal
so there doesn't have to be
a storm blowing in
before all those memories
start making sense
I generally find
there's nothing bad outside
and that usually it's inside
where the trouble starts
right up until
that moment of death
Published 16th Dec 2009
| Edited 28th Mar 2016
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Anonymous
17th Dec 2009 2:27am
and very painful
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17th Dec 2009 2:55pm
to Kandice, Celine & da-4th-kind. I'm glad you enjoyed this moment. Thank you all for commenting.
Anonymous
17th Dec 2009 5:51pm
little piece. Reminds me of a Patricia Highsmith short story called 'The Birds Poised to Fly'; it was about two people who continously send letters to their loved ones, receive none back and are both caught in the kind of crushing yet tender emotion you convey here.
17th Dec 2009 6:09pm
wel, Jack if I'm reminding you of your favourite 'tis praise indeed kind sir.
