do you think if I were dying
you would have wanted to stay?
out of complacence, duty, brevity of commitment,
intensity that shadows the world,
a calling to the higher,
a chance to be in control?
would you die with me?
a part of you was dying anyway.
would you plunge to hell to drop me off
and return to wipe the sweat from your brow?
do you want to collapse me, fold me,
and keep me in your soul? You are free to roam,
deliver me, be the whale and I Jonah?
Why insist to marry me
before the transplant?
Twice?
Why did you want to be a widow
but not my wife?
Why did you leave after
I called the transplant off?
Why promise to come back if I go to the hospital
no matter what?
Was I really so terrible
that life together seemed unbearable?
Now if I am dying,
do you regret what you’re missing?
If I promise to die,
Will you hold my hand and finally
let me see into your eyes?
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