After my father died

I tried to die too

And I failed each time

I know, that makes me terrible at dying


But there’s nothing more decaying than

Watching my heart devour and give up on me

Witnessing strength slowly climb down my feet

My own neck in the hands of my own mind

Ready, to cross the bar

Feeding condolences

Into the mouth of tomorrow


I still carry these tears

In the palms of my heart

And I know

If I were the one to die

My father would’ve crossed with me