If I Lay Dying

If I lay dying, and all the ones
Whom I love came to me, I would
speak to them.
I would look on them with dying eyes,
Touch them with dying hands
Kiss them with dying lips.

If I lay dying, and was unable...
Unable to say goodbye,
It would be because God,
My best friend and only constant companion knew.
He knew that no words which I could speak,
No tears my dying eyes could shed,
No touch with my dying hands,
No kiss with my dying lips,
Could add anything to the love I had for them.

Sometimes death is as artful as living.
It is not in malice that people die
Goodbyeless.