je souhaite
Two people threw coins
into the recesses of a wishing well.
One wished for love:
the love that doesn't die,
true love and life love and all love
that doesn't override but complements.
For happiness and hope and
life to come forth out of that.
The other wished for death,
which is something more easily found.
Something attainable because
death doesn't lurk around corners or
come when you least expect it or
have catches and flaws (except
to say that that's all it is, a
catch and a flaw);
death doesn't make you doubtful
or insecure.
Except to say,
where does the end actually end.
