I suppose death is something <br />our bones are born knowing, and <br />no matter how much you truly love yourself, <br />it's a secret they will never tell your heart. <br /> <br />And I guess time is best measured <br />by the length of my hair- <br />and while the body <br />of such immense invisibility is <br />so very infinite, <br />I can count the days quite accurately <br />by the names <br />of every lover still hiding in there. <br /> <br />And I think that all of this is somewhat <br />a useless nonsense- <br />but it's beautiful because <br />it's all we have. <br /> <br />One day while we wait in line at a coffee shop, <br />the world will end- or maybe <br />I'll just assume it's the world when actually <br />it'll just be my sails empty of wind, <br />and the beating in my chest replaced <br />with a a sign that reads: 'no vacancy' - <br />On that day, <br />at that very moment, <br />if the world has not slipped away <br />into the second circle of Dante's hell, <br />let it remember it was you I loved the most.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slanting-into-light/