Quietly Come, Quietly Go
I’ve been summoned
Synchronized and scrutinized
Not in my birth father’s footsteps
But in the footsteps of the undertaker
These are the blossoms of life that you don’t believe in
The chances you are unwilling to take
Like the swells in the ocean’s fury
Like the gusts in the wind’s scream
Each lover I’ve had
Contracted the worse disease of all
For the day I commit suicide
They can surely say
“I made love with him”
© 2014 David Greg Harth
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