We never spoke about the end –
The evening out of light and shade –
But always there the fall of doubts
That soon the shade would take the light.
A trace of blood from deep inside,
A simple tap, a twitch then gone.
How quickly life can pass away,
Though sometimes worse: its clinging on.
We missed the intervening years:
From silence, back to innocence.
A final flicker in the dark
And that was all that could be done.
And sometimes face to face is best,
But never face to face with death.