I am certain that you will
look my way when
my breath has ceased to
circle and my eyes
no longer blink so rapidly
and my heart beats
more rhythmically
but do
you see
I’ll be
too
dead to
appreciate
it?
You’re
waiting for me to turn into
a person
and
you’ll just disappoint
yourself
with how
you
define it
and I’d laugh
but it
kills me, so it isn’t funny.