Why should it make a difference whether you Curl up alone, like a dog past it's years, Knowing what's coming but not able to Pause Or accept. And lying alone with your pain, So that no one should see. Or if you finally loosen the grip on a Loved one's hand, As they memorise every line, every freckle, Fingerprints etched on their fingerprints. At the same time, they inhabiting a place far from yours - You - Impenetrable suffering. 'Though you did Die Alone, as that dog, foetal on the ground Where no one could see your Pain? Fear? But what difference? As no one wants to die alone But everybody Does.