You’re walking along

And glass shatters

Inside of you

And you knew

For some time

That it was coming

Cause 3 months

Of near death

Is a certain

And powerful

Foreshadowing

And it makes

Me wonder

How many near-dead

Thought to say

You’re one of us

Or how many

Far from dead

Saw my decay

Yet didn’t

Care enough

To say

Or even

Make a prediction

Or a bet