I wanted to see death,
but you left when I was out of the room.
Everyone came.
They looked into your face,
into your eyelids.
They said, "He looks so peaceful."
But you didn't look peaceful.
It wasn't you.
They felt your dead shoulders and said,
"He's finally relaxing."
But you weren't.
It was tissue dying.
They said
"I'm glad we could get here while he was still warm."
It was blood, cooling in the veins.
You were not warm.
You were not there.
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