Were you, yourself, a stranger with no clear account of his dying?
An accident crowned that day.
A ticket arrived, golden and hollow,
at his bedside.
He laughed.
He board a ship in the morning
that carried no heartbeat
or skin.
I think this is all we talk about.
A mad voyage where listeners were
not, until now.
And were we strange to his fable, with his legs up on the couch?
I should say to him, I am not.
There are two bodies I know,
inside and out.
I fasten their heads together in knots around my chest
on my own mad voyage that carries no heart,
or beat,
or spirit
that is strange to his hand on my shoulder, softly at rest from the world.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
This is truely beautiful.
I have to admit, I don’t fully understand its meaning… but the sense of profound loss and acceptance is evident.
firefly
I’m always trying to work on clarity. I know what I write is often unclear. You definitely got the vibe though. Thank you for reading.
Clarity? Over rated! 😉 x
Haha. I like your style!