The only sounds ‘tween life and death
Are a heartbeat, and a breath.
These telltale sounds were not in Seth
When, very late one summer’s day,
My head upon his chest I lay,
But he’d already slipped away.
I sought the drumbeat of his heart
To hear his gentle respiration
But only silence did impart
The shell that once held his creation.
I clung to him as he grew cold-
No sounds allowed that demon death.
There was no heartbeat, and no breath.
So here I’ll stay till I grow old,
And have no heartbeat, have no breath.
I want no life without my Seth.