Time To Go
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When I die, I want your hands on my eyes,
for when I am forced to exit this life and it’s temporary bliss,
I want my last sight to be of the creases and folds in your palms which have
so many a time been pressed against mine.
I want you to feel my eyelashes kiss your fingers so that
the wetness of my tears let you know when I finally have to go.
When I die, I want your hands, the hands that have already lead me toward
countless new beginnings in my life, to ease me toward my impending end.
I want to fall asleep with the shade that your hands would provide because
it would make my eternal night seem less intimidating
since, when I am finally gone, I can imagine that the darkness engulfing the
world around me is coming from you, so that you never really leave.
So please, my love, look at me one last time, register me now as I register you, and place
your aged palms over my eyes because I find that would be the most beautiful
way to go.