I Can Wait

"I fear I can't go on," she said, "I think I would be better dead." She knelt, she cried, I held her head. I thought she knew what I was feeling. She turned to close the door and I Assissted in a suicide. Now that she's on the other side I know what she was after. . . And I can wait. A cold and wet November's day. We lowered her into a grave, I'd never seen her look so brave. Now worms consume her body. . . And I can wait.