Argument

The words floated
On a bed left undone
With sheets ruffled
Long ago
In a time
When our love
Was our manna.
You and I
Have left the space
Of intimacy
Of care
To become strangers
Unable to see
Our mortality.
Will you listen for once,
For once understand
How deep is your love
Your union with me?
Stop squandering
All the precious moments
We have still.
I am dying
But not dead …
Yet …