an act of God

as i near the end, i realize

i chopped up these 8 months
into such tiny, misshapen pieces
that joy could have never fit into the picture

and it’s such a sad realization,
(especially if the worst happens again)

i am coming to see
that death is not the greatest enemy or threat

fear is chief thief and robber

he has crawled into bed with me
and refused to leave

i believe now only by an act of God
will he grow cold and wander off
to slip under someone else’s covers