The lighthouse had a backyard
and she pulled me to the treeline

I wasn't getting any better
or healthier
and the hardest part
was not feeling it at all

I had expected death to hurt
I had anticipated a pain
or pressure
at least

but, just to let you know
that's not how it works

It was hard to think of
the sun still returning
the next day

the moon still slicing through the following night

am I not important
did I mean nothing?

I left her
with nothing
and told her to remember me,
but the whole time
I shouldn't have said a thing

to anyone
at all