Goner

‘It's not that I'm afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens.’
- Woody Allen

I’m waiting for the moment when
I begin to breathe again.

It should come as a relief to everyone
when I open my eyes and grin.

They believe I’ve gone.

‘He’s gone,’ says my son.
Voices mumble. Fade…

I am at peace though.
Not afraid.

Does someone weep?
I hope so.

Time slips…

I doze…I dzz…I dss…I dst…
Have I gone?

Am I dust to dust?

Am I ashes to ashes?

Too soon, too soon, too soon…