Almost Gone


She ponders the blue sky from her long repose for a high
Huddled like a leaf in the rainstorm outside her sad windows
Unseen but touched by the anger of nature’s wrath
A life of passion and whim gave her a cautionary tale

At the crossroads of life and mortality
Her only wisdom, the long immersive journey to her tombstone
Laid out like her wedding dress, afraid of the unscripted narrative
She dares to look back but only silence and remorse stares back

No tweets, no posts, no messages, no face time
A parched life of fear and youthful abandonment
Her bucket list uncompleted, her grocery list pondering its trip
My journey. No bright lights. Not my time she tells the nurse but I met my mustard seed.

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