He lies there still
In a warm, dark room
Eyes are moving
In a prison of bone
A once great man
Now withered and thin
His humours of life
Have faded and gone

Is it tomorrow?
He must be thinking…
Was this his wish
For the last ten years?
All has stopped now
Save a heart beating coldly
A heart with no ‘passion’
No heed for his tears.

How I wish
Things were different
How I long for
That spark in his eye
How I feel for
That man I once knew
That man who loved me
Waiting to die.

July, 2004

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