peoem 16

is it weird if i say i like alice's story? i think the little part at the end is turning into a favorite.

right now, i am tired. i feel defeated by my own body, it betraying me to sleep. and i decided to write a peoem, a letter to my body.

careful

one day, and not too soon,
i'll be gone, and then
you'll miss me too,

so while i am awake,
while i stay here,
let me be the one to steer
and you, to play

i love you still,
when your arms are moving
in jumbles and movements
i cannot follow

i love you still,
when your arms are lifeless,
drooped over like droplets
that are hollow

so please, when to sun we rise,
remember to be alive again
for all things someday die.