A stale vigil or on reading Whitman

When you stop breathing

I also held my breath

When you stopped breathing

We took off your mask

I held your hand in silence

Until no one was left

Closed my eyes

And imagined you riding

A dark horse on the beach.

I don’t know if you liked

Horses but it seems

Appropriate.

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