You don't like it,
do you?
When I talk
about dying.
I can hear
the quiet,
and then
a long sigh.
Both, are lost,
in the cyberspace
between us.
I break the
silence
by mentioning
how ironic
it is that
I fell in Love
with a man
who worked
in the Prison's
Hospice.
He was there
to help his
fellow inmates
take the chance
at a better
life beyond
this one.
I know
people don't
usually talk
about their
death as if
it were the
menu for
tonight's
dinner.
I have had
to learn to
accept
how fragile
my life
has become,
knowing that
my days here
on this earth
will be shortened
by disease.
Perhaps
you just need
some time
to get use to
my leaving.
I know it's
not fair,
I have only
known you a
short time,
but somehow
I feel we have
a bond.
I need you
in my life,
My Friend!
I'm not sure
why the fates
brought us
together,
especially
since you are
so far away,
but I am
determined
to fill my life
with good
friends and
family, so
I can leave
pieces of
myself behind,
in their
memories.
Perhaps you
just need a
little time.
I'll wait.
But don't
take too long.
I need your
energy and
your light.
I hope to hear
from you soon.
Peace, My Friend,
Jane