Today
could be that day,
the last day to be awake,
not woken,
to have dreamt,
in dreams, mostly remembered ,
and speak in words, mumbled,
not spoken.

Today
could be that day,
the last day
to live a life alone
to eat a meal
in burnt abandon
and drink
a drunken drink at home.

Today
could be the day,
the last to smell
the second-hand smoke
and watch the dripping,
setting sun,
with no one but,
the strangest folk.

Today
could be that day,
the last to fall
from deep asleep,
in slumber
from this darkened path,
no kiss goodnight,
no tears to weep.

Today
could be that day,
the last day,
not knowing.