death. such a sweet yet painful word

A tribute to the Banyo Queen: (+ 11-27-05)

Like a stream
about to dry up
you exhaled your last breath
tired yet still
wanting to stay

But your eyes
drooped
in a silent plead
giving her the
slightest idea

or warning
that you’re already
wanting her to
let go

Like a flowing water
trying to fill
what you just left.

11-28-05