Would You Like The Leftovers Wrapped Up?

How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live. - Thoreau

in and out of consciousness

on your deathbed

fighting to stay alive

labored breathing

i held your frail hand

tears streaming down my face

not sure if i was crying because you'd be gone forever

or for the things you'd done to me that i couldn't let go of

life is fragile

hanging by a thread

forgiveness not so easy to muster

we all hunger

waiting to be fed

Author's Note

"At death our friends and relations either draw nearer to us and are found out, or depart further from us and are forgotten. Friends are as often brought nearer together as separated by death." - Thoreau