no breath
morning comes, you wake
no breath, no heartbeat
no body warm beside you
the day is empty
no work, no one needs you
no one to lounge upon your hospitality
your path is slow
your back strains, hills too hard to climb
no pain, no death
no problems
the curtains are drawn
air thick with smoke
no one to laugh with
no one to consider
one body sipping soup too hot to bear
no one to cook for
no one to drink your wit
moonlight passes through
your sadness stays
no one to see or care
it is part of you now
a guest that never leaves
no end in sight
no presence to request
darkness, you sleep
no
no
no breath
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