Arrival by:Rose Clifford
When the moment arrives,
Colliding into time,
Crisp autumn air will find,
The pink lungs of mine,
Heaving for one more breath.
Soft light will lower my eyes,
Closed into a dark broken mind.
I will whisper your name – so faintly,
On lips wet with spit,
Dripping with a hopeful absolution,
While quitting this body of mine.