In dying

..........you lay almost flat,
mirroring the bared boughs
of long sleep
staging the last lonely stance
between aired veins
and empty.

..........You lay,
eyes unfocused locally,
mind fastened to a schoolgirl
in braids and braces,
one whose fast-paced dreams
would forever be
partially filled.

..........You lay
quietly waiting
and watching something
we can not see,
some promise
yet to be chosen.