Before The Knell Poem by Woru Sulyman

I want to say my bye,
but where I go, I cannot tell.
Nothing beautiful waits in the knell.

I see your face,
laced with a smile—
soon wet with parting tears.
Your soft sobs, your deep sighs
I cannot bear.

Who will hold you when I'm gone?
The man who stares,
or your pretty-faced friend
who hits at me when alone?

The doctor said months ago:
it's not death I fear,
but leaving you behind
to grieve in my place.

Days pass.
My spirit sails high as a kite;
perhaps time wants me
to hold your gaze a little longer.

Then death will find me,
a kite lost on the wind,
your smile eternal
in my mind.