I’m scared to death, of death.
Not my own.
But for him, or for her, or her, or him.
All of them live just a moment away.
Each day, my heart tightens with fear.
They leave on a bus, clinch.
They leave in a car, wa-bam.
They leave on an airplane, a bike , or just walk.
My heartbeat’s frozen in time,
Until they walk through that door.
Sometimes I cannot breathe,
I practice feeling the pain.
It’s real, it’s over and over again.
It destroys me from the inside out.
Every. Single. Time.
DoRee MelNic 