I remember the 1st time...I remember the the last time...
I remember crying...felt part of me dieing, now in this coma, and guess I'm doin' fine.

listening to the world go by...wonder if it's real,
could be dreaming...someone should wake me, must be my turn to deal.

still I slumber...take a number, wait for the phone to ring...
this morning when the sun came up...there were no birds to sing.

if my eyes are open, when you pass, I ask gently, and say please,
close them as you go your way...I've joined the evening breeze.

the breeze I felt, when 1st we met, and then again at parting...
I'm the breeze that you are feeling, new life, now, is starting.

Very nice.

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very nice

wonderful write!!!

nice