It seems
death comes slowly
overtakes you
secretly
not suddenly
you get used to it
it gives you time
– time for what?
do you
are you
ready
will you ever be
are you always
ready
death is “the end”
the end of a trip
the end of a love-affair
the end of you
the end of what you thought was “you”
There is always more
more you
more life
more life without you
all the life
I don’t live
just pours out of me
to be lived
to be felt
I don’t know how to die
I’ve never done it before…
Zitta 2021