So you’re waiting for someone to die
You’ve had the chance to say goodbye
Have sat at the bed and had your cry
Begged a god and wondered why
Asked the person to live, to try
Facing it you no longer lie
They’re basically.
Already.
Dead.
You laugh in the next room
While they lay unmoving
Unspeaking
But technically still there.
You really do care.
But in the end.
You just.
Move onto the other edge of the limbo
Try to have a life as theirs end
And you never say it aloud.
But finally
The Proud Dandelion 