Leukemia

December 26, 2010
By Anonymous

I came to visit you one day
but stopped to draw sketches of cigarettes

in the hospital parking lot.
Rode the elevator to the roof and I

could see myself from the outside,
wanting to drop off the edge;

to feel the wind on my face
for the last time.

I came to ask you, What's it like
to know you're about to die? I think

I should like the feeling. It seems
it would be something close to peaceful.


The author's comments:
We all wonder about death, and I'd like to think that it's not something to fear.

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