Passing

and at least if i am dying
let me be dying in your arms
because although death is what must happen
maybe it can be lightened just a little
if i am melted into your hold
and as light is slowly suffocated out
of my living day, fading a paler and paler yellow
into grey-blue haziness, and then eventually
an ebony faded dust
let me feel your your ever embrace
let me leave this world with
my hand fitted perfectly in yours



"blank. stare. disbelieving...
...but it is all inside, all inside
something this precious could never be"