A Big Question

You'd been comatose

for a few days already,

but you'd wake up for

these random little bits

of time just to yell at us,

and we couldn't really

object to much of it

because you were dying.

You woke up all of the sudden

and looked me right in the eye;

"Macy Jean," you said to me,

kind of just like you always had.

"Hey sleepyhead," I said back to you,

and you stared at me for a minute

before your eyes went blank and wacky.

"Will you please just kill me?" you asked,

and I didn't have enough time to stutter

out a response before you were asleep again.