One
One at a time
Step by step, She fades
Down
Down a little more
Slowly but surely, She fades
Further away
And closer to
Until the day
She is but inches away
One
Only one step more
One step and
She will be standing at Death’s door
The Greeter is eager to meet Her
At the door
“Why don’t you come in
And lie down?” says He.
“Just take that
One.
Step.
More.”
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Not for the Faint of Heart 