Like Silver Spoons

a friend of mine is dying ever since I’ve known her

not the abstract way we are

each day we live one less we will

her death’s an unwanted lover

telling her she has to travel

a road of agony and isolation

she’ll want him in the end


my granddad’s body was stubborn

when I flew to London he wept

this is it he said as he held me

though he held on a decade more

we’d sit listening to country music

occasionally he saw a ghost pass

echoes walking through his house

I held his hand and said I saw them too


my friend barely moves for days

dragged to the edge alone in bed

counting strength like silver spoons

enough today to wake and eat

maybe tomorrow a couple more

to go out and meet a friend

all these precious moments

each one closer to the last