Here we lie

We want to believe

So we lie

All the time

Hold my hand

Here they lie

Beneath our feet

So many lives

In defeat

He left her alone that day

On her bed, lying still

He had tried to understand religion in order to understand life

He wanted to believe

And although he still slept with earplugs in, as he lay beside her head to toe

He woke so many times, listening for her breath

Like a light switch, for him it had come as an axiomatic understanding

That there was no god, no creator, no reason for life

Only to survive and multiply

In at least one of those he had failed

He was working hard to fail at the other

But unlike a light switch, it took too long for her to die

Shallow breathes matched by his shallow urges to “let go, it’s ok to go now

I’ll see you on the other side”

Or not