The Emotional Orphan

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Say something. Please
Long winded, with verve.
With dedication, with depth, and feeling.
Something evangelistic.

I need to hear you now,
to be rid of what I thought I heard before.
Death rattle, gasping, as the last breath of hope flees.
Escaping the way you wish to escape.
Silence sought, gasping too loud for goodbyes.

There is a disease, like a cancer.
Belongings are being divided, final tasks being done.
Or not. They seem the only important things left.

Those who meant something, those who truly care are gone.
Purposefully forgotten or or simply nuisances,
as the respiration goes more quiet and slows.

The rattle gains hurricane force.
There is a calmness, a stillness.
A quiet before, during and after the storm.
Yet the rattle grows louder still.

My love and I have failed you.
No shelter from the storm.
Ride it out.
Come inside.The shelter is here.
Remember you love the rain. The sound from under the old tin roof. From inside.

Say something. Please.
Do nothing. Please.