8/13, Thursday

I asked as a child, please G-d don’t let me live 
And die in the only one place as did my elegant aunt.
And G-d didn’t.

Later in life I swore never again would one dear to me
Die without that last voice heard, touch felt should be mine.
G-d granted that.

Mine was the last voice, touch for you. I am glad. I will 
Live alone, die alone, untouched, unheard. Of G-d, I will
Ask no more.