Dry eyes for years

Dry eyes for years
are crying now.
I sit across the room
and watch myself
wracked with loss.
I’m dying
and I know it.
Hour by hour
the light diminishes.
The sun extinguishes.
Everything outside this room
disappears.
I’m alone
except for the part of me
that watches distantly.
I’ve known this time
would come
and I am not afraid.
But I watch myself
sink to the floor
and marvel at my despair.
All that I’ve lost til now
should prepare me
for death’s embrace.
But I fight
and I cry
and in the end
there is only me
to comfort myself
and hold me
as I move on.
Dry eyes for years
are crying for my losses
but I am not lost.
I am moving on
and I am not alone.
I am a comfort
to myself.