Long Gone

NAPOWRIMO Day 11

Long Gone

When I grow so weak that I don’t know I

am me, and find I’m lost in my own mind,

do not  “hook me up” where I lie

and thus preserve my decline, as you’ll find

the true me will be long gone.

Don’t circle around my bed as I sleep

in fits, you drinking your coffee or tea

(perhaps trying not to weep),

for I wish to die nicely and neatly;

the true me will be long gone.

Long ... gone.