Live Like You're Dying

For my grandfather

He sat in his favorite chair

Facing the window and the stairs

His whole world

The turn of his head

From window to stairs.

 

She walks by that building,

A nondescript office building

Her whole life

A multitude of windows

Blinking at her, constantly.

 

He was sitting in the chair

Face pulled into usual grimace

Nothing out of the ordinary

Save the blood, the knife,

The gaping wound

And the perfect stillness

For a man so inherently restless.

 

She stood watching him

Heard a voice telling her not to

Drifting over the passage of time

As she stands at the foot of the building

Cloaked in this shroud of loneliness

Passed from generation to generation.

 

Author's Note

Let me know what u think

Reviews

[Trikius]

Wow that is really good stuff. Such a sad longing for the man who wants more.

[The Flawed]

After reading this only three words come to mind, DEEP, DARK, and BRILLIANT.
I love it, well done.

[Poeticpiers]

intriguingly different made me wonder what inspired it it reeks of reality

[kiki756]

I really love the poem and I feel that the title doesn't do it justice - the title just seems so cliche' and ordinary and this poem is far from that.