Accident

 

A pulse of light

an Angel’s breath

I lay between now & nothing:

 

Yesterday the sea the sky

the touch of skin on skin

a whispering wind

 

but now night time fever

reminds me:

 

I miss your step

upon the stair

the touch of hair

 

on cheek.

 

A pulse of light

a brush with death

speed the last thought

 

in my head

the wind is gossamer

& then nothing.

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