.unbeing

head on false down scant
respite as i fear your unbeing.
fitful sleep heaved, shallow breaths
the burden of a young soul
pondering death.
of unbeing,
uncomforted at the foot of the bed on which she slept
alone,
whilst you traversed the skies
unknowing
though not freed, of the unbeing
the surreal thought of watching
death consume this very
vivid consciousness
that lapses at some indetermined point
haze,
into the unbeing of
oblivion;
the hollow imploding self-consuming
homecoming to the empty home i never knew.