Hail and Farewell

“Because I could not stop for Death
he kindly stopped for me.”
Emily Dickinson.
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I am dead.
Dead.

Gary, Gary,
I call-out to my lover,
Can you hear me?
All I get is a blank stare.

But, hold-on-there-you,
if I am dead
how can I,
think/see/hear/feel?

AH, you will never know;
Wait,
you will know one day.

Of course, Days won’t matter.

OH NO, what if I have been dead for years?

This Image,
What if it was the last I saw
before I died?

Gary, my eternal love:
Ave atque vale.

TP.