Friday, February 4, 2011

Last Words

He was in a Bed

Outside

With the light on his Face

getting ready to cross

that River


I'll be a different Man

he had once said

and I remember smiling

while he shrugged


The light was warm

and he looked away


He looked back at me

My Light

He said

to Me



and smiled.



~Suzan Kostiuck (Steeves)

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