Wake Up

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