it don't work that way.

sometimes art does not imitate life.

When my friend died

last summer,

his eyes were open, 

gazing at the ceiling.

Looking for heaven,

I suppose.

Awakened by the

departing spirit,

the notion to close 

his eyes,

like in the movies,

overpowered me.

Gently placing a thumb 

and middle finger 

on his eyelids,

I attempted 

to close his eyes,

but they 

would not shut.

Only remain open,

until his body was 

no more.

Author's Note

I have absolutely no idea why i wrote and posted this.

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

hmm..I will keep two silver dollars in my pockets...just in case.

[SkinlessFrank]

It was a good thing you did, if only in your thoughts and deeds. The poem is beautiful for is simple and honest expression of love.

[J. J. Nightingale]

BECAUSE IT WAS A MEMORY OF A FRIEND THAT TOUCHED YOU .. AND LEFT YOU PONDERING THE SECRETS OF LIFE, AND DEATH .. ..

THIS OLD NURSE HAS BEEN THERE, MORE THAN ONCE ...

I LIKE YOUR REAL THOUGHTS ... J.

[Liza]

insightful, how the living are always curious of the afterlife - the sense of our spirit departs and lives on -

[Emily B]

I have an idea, some memories won't be silenced.