gratitude

 


when the last
bullet of life
has reached
me

and all regrets
and sin have
been set free
to forge for
themselves

when I finally
go

and you pay
your last respects

I will already be
sailing the dead
sea

others might say,
"don't cry for me
 when I'm gone "

but I say, "it all
right. have your
tears if you must."

and maybe from
some far away
place I will whisper
softly into your
dream ear as you
sleep

thank
you