Since the last goodbye
The last floating pointer,
Last tic of the clock
Pens down, you're done
It's been awhile, since
You took a breath
Breathe in, sigh, bitter
Cold entering the shallow passageways
Traversing back alleyways
Through branching twisting tracheids
Shivering bronchial forests
Drop down, shaken leaves
Onto tepid waters forgotten
Dust clumping to gray lumps
Bundles of mass hiding potential malignancy
Just waiting, withholding breaths,
for the last word, for last goodbyes
For its been awhile