I wish I had been there with you
With real presence of mind
When you let go of that last breath
And not standing there stunned
In total denial it was like
You got up out of the bed
And rushed out the door
Before I could ask you where
It hurts or are you afraid
You were my first experience
Of dying and of living
And for both I buckled
To my knees while you
Always punctual and eager
Headed for another beach
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