Sunday, 12 January 2014

Highly Unlikely

Today came like a bolt from the blue
With sky and sun.

I wonder as I interrogate the cold, 
And the brightness:
When the day comes that I don't feel you any more -
When I have died - 
(I wouldn't hesitate to die, but embrace my ending
With infinite gratitude to those who
Follow me, for taking on the pain
And the rest...  . You know.) 

Will I regret?
Or forget?

I think it possible

Though highly unlikely.

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