Confession

Confession - Poem by Charles Bukowski

waiting for death

like a cat

that will jump on the

bed

I am so very sorry for

my husband

he will see this

stiff

white

body

shake it once, then

maybe

again

"Hank!"

Hank won't

answer.

it's not my death that

worries me, it's my husband

left with this

pile of

nothing.

I want to

let he know

though

that all the nights

sleeping

beside him

even the useless

arguments

were things

ever splendid

and the hard

words

I ever feared to

say

can now be

said:

I love

you.

Charles Bukowski