if I could only manage it, to die
my life would be
complete. I know
that every moment on, from here
I'll bask in this
could only manage it, to stop
the world -
gone on without me
would be fine, I know. They'd get along
since I stayed, delayed
in hesitation, lingered,
convince myself, oh would you please?
This moment, slipped to memory,
is not the only one like this
that there could ever be, for me.
And I will find the cost