Chiaroscuro

Headlights through the kitchen window
Are you finally home?
Head down on the table
Watching an abstract puppet show
With the light hope rises
In the darkness, well, there it goes
As I lose myself in chiaroscuro
Car keys clatter on the tile
You lunge for the phone
Your voice like a frightened child
«He's had some kinda stroke!»
Be calm my dear
I’m just moving a little slow
As it all approaches absolute zero
Now there’s no one behind the curtain
And you hate hospitals
I know it’s an awful burden
But that’s the way it goes
I’d let you off the hook
But by now you and I should know
We’re involved in something irreversible
They say nothing survives
But in the case we do
I’m afraid of my posthumous state
I don’t know if karmic residue
Is something you-you'd even recognize
So, here’s what I’m going to do:
Take some time to erase myself
And then whatever’s left I’ll leave with you
I’ll bury it in you