I have my pictures of you, you don't look back at me <br />A smile I'd almost forgotten, bruises I don't see <br />Never forgive you for a sky turned from gray to black <br />Come out and kiss me, darling <br />I promise I'll kiss you back. <br />A new head on my shoulder, <br />A needle in my ear <br />Every kind word brings new pain <br />Instead of my eyes, <br />His reflection in the mirror. <br />I have a sickness, but I'm not the only one <br />Even in health... <br />In each other’s arms, they're wasting away <br />Sickened just as I am and crippled with disease <br />A song comes from above <br />I look up - there's a tree and a small brown bird <br />Even the sparrows have built a nest <br />But we, poor fools, have built nothing <br />What a shame not to know that you're dying <br />Tell us we're dying, tell us again. <br />I have a sickness <br />The sparrows built a nest <br />My crippled, twisted body is swallowed by the earth <br />As my broken head finds rest.<br /><br />Audrey Stephenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dying-is-strange-and-hard/
