I’ll never smell lemons
the same way again.
I tell you
dying ain’t easy.
And having it take you by suprise
doesn’t make it any better.
Some manage it
with a slow trickling away
of life.
Sliding down the sleeves and out the cuffs.
Or maybe
Feeling its gentle journey down each leg, flooding shoes and boots alike,
scarletting socks.
It’s a slow release.
No such mess here.
No storm
signifying ‘madman’ness, all-over-the-shopness,
no series of screams.
Nothing so dramatic.
I am just cold.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
Ben-this is really good, should we be worried about you? I hate airplanes.
No.
Slight problem with female.
And a mixture of my first experience of certain things.
I’m grand.
But thank you for the concern.
I hate airplanes too.
B