Today I felt my life ending through my fingertips.
Familiar, like the smell of honeysuckles, or the feel of a thin fuzzy blanket on my cheek.
It was a depth of silent bang and crumble.
But to the casual observer a meer passing.
Weirdens my heart, darkens my gaze,
as the sun refused to rise
the songs refused to rhyme
children refused to play
Today she did not smile.
And in so doing, slammed my heart shut like a blocked ventricle
massive event.
Seized, clogged and hardened
I gasp for life
support
my two servings of kindness and flitting beauty before winter.
The promise of never again gripped me about the throat like Samael's unfeeling grin.
Today I reached
before I could catch that bedeviled arm of mine, pass it as another spazm
she did not turn.