rain.

steady,

seeping,

depression!

today the sun mourns.

today runs grey from black night,

clothed in clouds…

today you are dead!

and i don’t know whether to accept your fate,

     and say goodbye,

     or ignore your state,

     deny your death,

and quietly,

tenderly,

lay myself

     down,

     by your side;

sleep with you – silently,

eternally…

     (no dreams,

     no thoughts,

     no waking, sleepless nights,

     no more).

i wonder,

now,

Mister Death;

will you be  – gentle – with him?

how – tenderly – will you – caress – him?:

be ever so kind –

i loved him!