MORE TIME TO SAY GOODBYE A knock on the door in the middle of the night From the offbeat neighbor Asking if we could watch her husband Who shouldn't be left alone We followed her to her house An open coffin lay in the middle of the floor She touched his lifeless face with feeling And spoke as if he was still living For two long days I took my turn watching the body In that darkened room Making sure the dry ice hadn't vanished My nerves got better with time I tried to read for evasion It was hard to ignore him in the middle of the floor His waxy ashen face was eerie The time spend in that place was dreary Back to the neighbor She spoke freely and openly Directly to her departed Whom she believed was in the room She expressed her regrets They had fought so much She was going to miss him Grateful for more time to say goodbye --September 2020, Ash Hall