at least I know
that some day-
maybe tomorrow,
when I’m standing
in line at the bank
or in my car
headed home
frustrated at gridlock
counting black car tops
and cursing idiot drivers
atleast I know
that if a clot
makes it way
up my right arm
at just the right moment
when my blood pumps just so
amidst bobbing and weaving
and reading traffic signs
in blurred snow
at least I know
that when the pain
bears down
and the shock comes
and goes
at least I know
it’ll be your voice
and your grip
in the throes
as the neurons stop firing
and the hallucinations take hold
at least I know
it’ll be with you,
darling
that I’ll leave a part
and the whole
of my soul.
– sc