Is that you? In the mirror.
Is that you? In the plaster.
On the wall. Fading away.
Is the heartbeat, so disjointed,
that you will fade, and fade away?
Has your body, completed changing?
Does the blood vapourize, then decay?
And is your father waiting?
Is your mother waiting too?
And your husband, and your husband,
Is he waiting, there for you?
Is that you, in the mirror?
Is this then, how we pass?
We just pass. And pass away.