Each Day

I think up death like a respite

Like a reverie, a vacation in life

Beautiful, distant and quite dreamlike

I think it up often in my mind

Lukewarm water, lukewarm lights

An impatient dawn to an ending night

Fragrant 

Amber

Wordless

Quiet. 

I think of a date

In the middle of chores

I think of a time

When no one's home

I think of whys

Why nots some more

Thoughts close in

Slow

And sure. 

Then I close her book, put away her phone

Take off her glasses, leave a night light on

Tie all that hair, clear a small forehead

Pull out a hand from under the head

Clear the forehead between her brows

Breathe in her scent with lips and nose

I defer a death

Each day, once more.

photo art by h.