I will die on a Friday at sunrise

when the light touches the horizon

and spreads like a virus without a vaccine

my eyes will close and my legs will still

and I will say,

“I leave this world as I came into it:

ignorant”

I will die on a Friday at sunrise

when the birds take flight once again

and sing my lament to the rain

my breath will cease and my arms will fold

and I will think,

“I leave this world as I came into it:

alone”

I will die on a Friday at sunrise

when the key slips into the lock

and the doors opens and you find me here alone

my mind will go blanke and my head will fall back

and I will have written,

“You did everything for me, but I leave this world

unsatisfied”

I will rise on a Friday at sunset

when the light disappears beneath the horizon

and you take your final breath to join me

my mind will awaken and my body will move

and I will say,

“I will never peacefully co-exist with you

rest, so I can too”