he sat there
staring off
into the distance
seeing
nothing.
she walked in the room,
saw him,
and
asked
what are you doing?
thinking.
thinking?
yeah, thinking.
'bout what?
about dying.
dying?
yeah, dying.
what about dying?
i was just thinking
that
now would be a good time for dying,
don't you?
she didn't answer.
she didn't need to.
(5-13-2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem