Death

Your eyes,
boring holes into my soul.
Exposing my life,
hidden for so long.
Your face,
like that of a newborn child,
who has not yet smiled.
You converse without speaking,
you move without walking.
You explain nothing
for it's all to clear.
holding out your hand,
small and pale,
eyes never moving.
You wait.
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