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When I woke up that morning
I wondered what you said
During your last breath.

If you thought of me in the back
Of your pensive mind.

I gazed across the room.
At a white wall.

My lips iced
Into a hard flat line.

My heart pounding.

I was stuck there.

This was not real.
This was not real.
But indeed it was.

I did not shed a tear.
I couldn’t envision being able to.

I could not feel the weight
Of my footprints against the floor.
But it creaked.

I sat at the table
A glass of bloody red wine
Twirling in front of me.

I remembered the way your body felt
Underneath my hands.
Your warm, wet, sticky skin.

I squeezed my eyes shut
In fear that if I opened them
You would see that I knew
You were going to leave me
And that I would never get to say

Good bye...

Nobody gets out alive. Yet some of go easily, and for others it is a horror.
I have seen and watched death. I don't think I obsesses over it, but I definitely fear some more than others.
I'm going to allow Anon answers which I am principled against, but want the input.
Your turn!