When you die

You stare down at me from my wall

Your voice in my head is a discomfort of

Extreme prejudice against my heart

For I never met you

 

There is a space in the

Furniture where you sit

And wearily see if I can do

Any better than you.

 

I will be then and now

There and then

The only one who

Is not here when you die.

 

Copytight B E Saunders 2016

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