The End

(Is it over? Is it over now? Can I open my eyes? Are you done?)

I hope death is as glamorous as

You dreamt it would be, I pray for your sake it’s that

I hope you found your way,

Got fabulous seats

Tickets, a front row view to witness our grief

You yearned for the tomb

The comfort of your mother’s womb

The sense of control

When left on your own

I yearned for a part

Of your decision, a place in your heart

A say in the matter before you’d depart.

Have you ever loved, have you ever feared

That your heart could burst from pain

If I was not there

You gave life to us, your father and I

Then took it away

Without telling us why

You yearned for the tomb

The comfort of your mother’s womb

The sense of control

When left on your own

I yearned for a choice

A last chance to hear your frail voice

Tell me “it’s alright,

Get back to your night”

I yearn for a fight

A scream that wakes us in the night

And hour of tears

To hug away your fears

Not this clinical silence

And a name I can no longer say

Not bottomless sadness

That you went away.