Waiting for death
like a cat
that will jump on the
bed
I am so very sorry for
mi wife
she will see this
stiff
white
body
shake it once, then
maybe
again:
"Hank!"
Hank won't
answer.
it's not my death that
worries me, it's my wife
left with this
pile of
nothing.
I want to
let her know
though
that all the nights
sleeping
beside her
even the useless
arguments
were things
ever splendid
and the hard
words
I ever feared to
say
can now be
said:
I love
you.
Charles Bukowski
