What a strange look you gave me when I said the words
of finite wisdom, realizations tucked away quietly
to unwrap in stormy days and contemplate.
Death sounds somber when I share wishes silently
across a dark room while the wind howls and shakes
our most precious foundation of love and care.
And you forcefully smile caught unprepared
for such moments when reality taste bitter
and I rehash lost years and countless mistakes.
Strange to see the end of my journey so near
and you the only one that always mattered
the only thing I will never regret.
And all I could wish for too late I fear
the time has come to end my dreams
and through you live a life of wishes drawn
on broken pieces of discarded fate.
To contemplate such moment it seems
inconceivable as we are eternal in our minds
and forget our flesh has an expiration date
stamped at birth, for death already binds
every heartbeat to the approaching dusk.
“To die, to sleep –
To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub,
For in this sleep of death what dreams may come…”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet