Give me a hospital bed with a view, 
so that I can see the world
I am saying goodbye to.

Meal me my favourites -
love peeled of hypocrisy, 
kisses washed of cyanide.
Read me my books
as if some stranger authored them.
Return my poems to me in your voice. 
Hold my hand till it grows cold, 
then seal my eyelids. Their next dawn
will have no sun, no clouds, no rain,
the life after-life no joy, no pain. 
We'll meet again. I will wait for you,
to reconnect love past with love anew.

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