I only came to watch you die
sitting in the corner on a vinyl chair
a folded newspaper on the floor
the sound of nurses walking by.
I only came to watch you die.

I’ve waited many years to receive that phone call
the one that says its almost time
when I hung up the phone I walked around
knocking trinkets off the shelf.
The shatter of porcelain on the floor
fragmented pieces flying across the room
dangling thoughts
a curse wrapped up as a gift
presented by the Gods of Misfortune.

Before I came here, I sat in my garden,
I asked God a question.
What good comes from such anger?
In a strange way he replied,
Resolve
Light shined through rustling leaves
as a flower opened up its petals.
The scent of autumn is in the air
final transition will soon be here.

There are no machines hooked to you
no beeps or flatline to say you’re gone
just the silence in the room
and the eerie stillness that follows.
The gratitude of death is now upon me
I wish you peace from this world
now I shall return to my garden
to sit with the Gods of Misfortune.