Geenstijl

Het is weekend. Maar zou u.

waiting for death 
like a cat 
that will jump on the 
bed 

I am so very sorry for 
my wife 

she 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 wife 
left with this 
pile of 
nothing. 

I want to 
let her know 
though 
that all the nights 
sleeping 
beside her 

even the useless 
arguments 
were things 
ever splendid 

and the hard 
words 
I ever feared to 
say 
can now be 
said: 

I love 
you.
Prettig weekend. En be nice.