wake up . . .
don’t you know
you’re dying?
or did you just forget?
we should finish up
that book of Proust
and spend more time
with mister whiskers
time won’t wait –
in two more weeks
we’ll have to say goodbye
in the end
they chose their ego
should they ever ask
why we let go
how fortunate
for us
that they would never think
to ask
alas, alas
snap out of it!
there’s no time
to waste
in the decadence of slumber
soon enough
that will be all
there is to know
lo and lo
perhaps in death
our point will breach
their deafened ears
however sad
we both know
better



beautiful poem!
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