Watching gray cotton
float above me,
the grass crinkles below me.
WInd blows over me
and I'm in the valley
of the shadow
of death.
Cemetery.
Nothing but the thoughts
of my mind
to disturb me,
and then without them,
I am
truly
alone.
Raindrops
stain me.
The cold takes me.
My thoughts fading.
Falling asleep?
Letting go?
Who could know?
Not I.
Then, as I'm choking on the rain
and I refuse to move away,
a saint.
I'm dead, and he is saving me.
I wake.
Hours have passed.
Days.
Warm on a couch
in a basement,
curled in arms.
Alive, with the saint.
He'll keep me.
Take care of me.
Love me.
Author notes
Comme tojours, Apprecier.
~~FlawedPerfection~~
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