Death lingered in your doorway Awaiting invitation Like a vampire or a neighbor They sensed your hesitation And your eventual acquiescence Rained sheets of pain and anger But I thought to myself How heavenly a state The acceptance of collapsing Under unspeakable weight The righteous indignation Began flowing as expected You were a question without an answer An introspection best deflected There was no closure in your exit It was a perfume for the scentless But I thought to myself How heavenly a state When there's no making sense Of the past or present tense I will breathe for you I will breathe for you Death lingered in your doorway And then reached across the threshold You grasped the hand extended And were pulled into the unknown How heavenly a state How heavenly a state
