I am alone, askew,
naked as I first came into this world.
Flesh numb and nearly forgotten
I can smell the rotting vegetation
hear water nearby.

A deep peace comes over me as I
am liberated from the corporeal.
I can almost hear the ones that went before me
guiding me into the twilight.

You may have known this face, these hands,
maybe enough to call me friend.
This body has been loved and called lover
but this soul has passed.

Do not mistake the shell left behind…
as me.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

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