Death Wish
This is not the right time—
I know.
Yet still, the wish arrives.
Bring close to my bed
all who loved me,
and all I loved.
Let them gather,
not to weep,
not to mourn,
but to make once more
the moments we held—
the hours we shared,
the quiet joys
we called our own.
No tears.
Only remembering.
Only warmth.
This is not the right time—
I know.
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