The Joke

While I wrestle with the pillows and sheets,
something in my mind can’t let me sleep.
There’s a thought that echos in my head
as I roll around alone in my bed.
It was something you once said.
You asked if I would know when it was the
time for me to go. I thought it was only a joke.
But the laughter has gone away.
Your spirit left me yesterday,

… and I’m a more sober man today.

To read this poem on Spanish, click here.

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