Dead

 

Still

he slept

  as if dead

or death itself

 

His soul hit me

as it brushed by

  out the window

 

Dead

 he was

so at the window

 I called out

    his name

as to call

   him

      back

from

the ethereal

  into reality

      into physical

that he might

      breathe

 to live

     once again.

 

But he must not

    have heard

      me call out

         his name

for he is

dead.