July 3, 2013 Leave a comment
Do not weep beside my death-bed,
I am not dead, I am just asleep.
And do not wait for me while I’m in slumber,
I am not asleep, I am just dead.
Do not think of me when I’m alive,
But do not forget me for my deeds.
And do not forget me when I’m gone,
But do not remember me for my sins.
Was it you who sat beside me in my weakest of days?
How did I sound?
Was it you under the sheets with me at night?
How was it?
And was it you in the end
that covered me up with white sheets?
How did I look?