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It’s not the leaving,

it’s the getting out,

mommy whispered

through watery, glazed eyes

rheumy with loss.

The unavoidable last breath,

the chest heaving,

a final rise against time

that will soon cease in one body.

The hiss of oxygen,

a tank of lungs,

machines replacing body parts

that have surrendered

long before spirit.

It all murmurs on.

It’s the price for becoming timeless,

to enter a forever place

that we tricked ourselves

into thinking a body might be.

 

 

Published in THE FURIOUS GAZELLE June 2015

 

The Leaving