When I Think About Dying

when I think about dying

speak to me

should that I

not hear your words

but heed your story.

could that I

not speak in turn,

but notice how your

lips move when you lie

and your voice cries when

you’re hiding your pain away.

I cannot save you,

and for that, I am sorry.

but I will read the letters

strung together in your notes

with eyes no one else has ever owned.

I will see you in the way you breathe.

and know you by the kind of speech.

- wf.