I heard that edge

to your lovely words

of goodbye–that edge

of darkness and fear

that you wanted no one

else to hear in that

tender time of moments

before you are gone–

time caught in breaths,

caught in last touches,

before memory is the

remnant of eternal sleep.


I heard the tremble in

the words said with

a smile and measured

in your uncertain eyes,

that looked with the

thought: is this all

the fuck there is.


I nodded back and

signed in my uncertain

smile–fuck yeah,

but what a life 

you’ve lived,