Confession
waiting for death like a cat
that will jump on the bed
I am so very sorry for my wife
she will see this stiff white body
shake it once, then maybe again
Hank!
Hank won't answer.
it's not my death that worries me,
it's my wife left with this pile of nothing.
I want to let her know though
that all the nights sleeping beside her
even the useless arguments were things ever splendid
and the hard words I ever feared to say
can now be said:
I love you.

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