Did this really happen, it can't be?
I turn and grab your arm
feeling the firm flesh, the soft skin
all of it so very alive with you
that it might have duped me
Had it not been for a certain stiffness
a telltale coldness
I might have believed in life beating death
yes, beating that Grim Reaper to pulp
instead here I stand, looking without seeing
are you who you are or who you were?
Your face is you without you
everything about you speaks of you
except that you are not here anymore
nowhere to be found, homeless somewhere
or maybe at long last a home owner
one who inhabits himself
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