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The night before I died...

There were still a million things

        left to be done

My work was in a constant state of incompleteness

My bank account had more money

        than I could spend in a day

My gym membership was overdue

My novel finally had a title

        but I still couldn't decide on

                what story to tell





The night before I died...

I stayed up all night

        Just thinking

                Imagining

The possibilities of a different life

Could I have been more brash in behavior

Or less indulgent with hiding?





The night before I died...

I hadn't clung to the lips of a girl

She had visited me countless times at night

But her face kept changing each time

I named her my "Paper Doll"

        because I was "Tin Soldier"

I loved my Paper Doll with all my heart





The night before I died...

I was playing "All The Things You Are"

My Paper Doll and I were gliding

        on the pool of my mind

We rested from our gliding and took a walk

She said to me,

        "Finally come tomorrow,

        morning will never again interrupt us."

She was referring to my promise to her

        granted the day I died.