On My Deathbed

By Andrei Rosario

Deathbed, digital ilustration, boy Roland

When I am on my deathbed,

I don’t think I’ll be thinking about a nice pair of shoes that I had,

Or the beautiful apartment that I rented for years.

I’ll be thinking about an evening I spent with somebody,

When I was twenty,

when I felt absolutely connected to them.

I’ll be thinking about the music that I’d play on repeat that made me homesick.

Homesick for the days of summer,

Where I could prance around empty fields, and 

Pretend I’m Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music.

I’ll be thinking about Nature,

Lake Superior

Feeling so major, 

As I walk on the shore,

Grounded by the sand floor.

So yes, I will be thinking about the times I felt alive,

Until I have no more drive,

During my last days,

On my deathbed.