i used to be ahead, now i’m behind and i can’t keep up

new breath, black eyes, tiny life,
      best friend
one step
      removed by wife
two steps
      removed by son
      separated by a gulf I cannot cross
a beautiful thing, now peaceful.
Both of us unable to survive
     human touch,
only I know how to fake it,
so my
slow death
     (sped a step by his arrival)
goes unnoticed
     (as birth is announced broadly)
I am become my own failure:
      separated from the community
     -because I am
my dying breath, my black tears, my tiny life.

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