Necrophobia
#necrophobia
#love
#fear
#death
#poetry
The unavoidable fact that you will one day leave this world
steals you from me even now, even as you hold me.
By the time you breathe your last, I’ll have lost you
a thousand times.
How do I stop this death ritual? My morbid tenuousness
is shriveling the blossoms you managed to grow.
Please tell me how to appreciate this life of mine
before it is gone.
