i feel small
again unseen
like the bud of a flower
hidden in the dirt
im lonely and covered
and cold
today i am confronted with
separation
of those i know and love
and someone i do not know
confronted with the changing of this season
seeing clear that
death is coming
coming on him quick
he wont get to die 
where he wants 
or will he
and i am not there
..do i even care..
i can not know.
i know nothing of
death
i never let the fear of it
show.