Waitin' for death
Like a cat
that will jump on the bed
I'm so very sorry for my lover
He'll see this stiff
white body
shake it once, then
maybe again:
"hey you!"
I won't answer
It's not my death that worries me
It's the ones I've left
with this pile of nothing.
I want to let them know
though all the days I spent with them
all the nights I slept with him
beside him, carin' for him
Even the useless arguments
were things ever splendid
And the hard words
I ever feared to say
can now be said:
I love you.
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