the days the balcony swayed

death is right around the corner,
a bad hip, a bad heart,
no longer trips to the supermarket
counting down the steps towards the void.
is she scared?
what does she think about dying,
about it being so obvious that you will be gone soon
what will she do?
will she get rid of her clothes,
earrings, jewelry,
will she stare out the window with more intensity?
will she notice she way her clothes smell,
enjoy ironing, turning on the fan,
will she call me and tell me it'll be alright?
will she bask in the sun,
since light rays can't hurt her any further,
does she have one last wish?
is she at peace?
is she at peace?