On Dying Alone

I'm shaping shy shame into words,

I'm tongue tied, left mouth dried and absurd,

I know I can't drink it away

You couldn't have been anyone,

If I could choose from anyone...,

I'm painting lime in shades of gray

If I believed then I would pray that things would always stay the same,

I know we're changing every day,

I'm still afraid of dying alone,

Is it absurd? I just don't know,

My luck says I'll end up that way