The Final Choice

The Final Choice written for the Writer’s Cramp 8/8

On the one hand, there is the un-knowing:
The morphine bliss, the kiss of quietness.
Let me slide on, past the sky and past the world
Of sadness and of dreams
Into another place, or not.

And on the other hand is pain
But I will know that you are there,
With me, loving me, and crying,
Trying to hold on, and trying to let go.

How can I choose?
That is the issue.
Let me kiss you. Let me go.