r-r-release

Did the moon kiss your shaking phalanges?
Did the bones of your father press against you
after leaving for all of those years?
Did the stars exhale with you,
and did you finally feel relief?

/ Stay with me.
Stay with me. Breathe.
Breathe. Breathe.

Did you imagine your tombstone?
Did you ask to be buried with a blanket?
Did you beg to be burned and released
on the island of Crete
south of Greece
in a search for
peace?

/ Get well soon cards
or an obituary in the
local newspaper. What's
it gonna be?

Did the reflection in the mirror
turn its back on you? Did the hold
of Life grow slack upon you? Did your
fingers turn to stone, when all you wanted
was to hold on, when all you could do was let go?

/ The decision
was hard, I know.
I hope you're certain.