My Life In Memoriam
I let him in
Because she lead the way
Bringing him as close to me as I could bear
A corner stare
He does not dance
But waits, as if we both have time
To afford me this with her while I am able
A minuet of heat too soon unstable
His chill will have its way
One day, his steady slow approach is set
For now she keeps me moving, feigning immortality
As if his ghastly grasp is not already hovering
You see
I had to let him in
To watch, so at the end I could say
I also let her have her way
— A.R.
Reworking of a poem I wrote a few years ago.
All of this grey, and cold, and snow always brings thoughts of death and his steady approach
…all while I still dance warmly with life…
and enjoy it even more because I know he’s there.
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