Curtains

It may well be
that you’ll drape yourself
over a bed
(back of your hand
to your brow)
and utter
some famous last words
in front of family and friends
before pfft! you’re gone.
Curtains.

Or it may well be
that it’s a little less theatrical
before the final curtain;
a slow decline
where they administer to you daily
the drugs and care
that keep you holding on
till, slowly,
you fizzle out,
you’re gone.
Curtains.

There are so many possibilities.
Hopefully, you, I, we
will fall asleep
some late afternoon
or evening
and dream and dream
and dream
till pfft! we’re gone.
Curtains.

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