This bed feels like a coffin
and this restlessness like death
If this is the absence of a heartbeat
then there is no difference
between flowing
and stale blood
To be taken away
as if by mistake
a simple inadequacy
of cognancy
Just so
I could not be to blame
for the heartache of my darling
But what a shame it would be
if death were to knock on the wrong door
that night.