Day 15 – The Purpose

The leaves are dry, a spiral of color as they fall
The ground is hard, cracking the handles of shovels
But you are here with me and the chill feels less

Life goes like this: pain, sleep, repeat
Pain.
Sleep.
Repeat.
Death.

The IV drips poison into me, clear toxicity
The EKG dings as I wait for the end
But you are the applesauce on my tray, sweet and filling

I know what life is. 
The disappointment I feel when I wake up
Never lessens or fades 

With you next to me, I see in your eyes
Nothing of what I feel reflected back at me
There is joy, love, repeat

Life goes like this: joy, love, repeat
Joy. 
Love. 
Repeat. 
Death. 

That is good.