Life dies before death

Through illness, sadness, dementia and age, she lies in waiting. I shed some tears in melancholia; wait I must.

Ashes of life by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; Eat I must, and sleep I will, — and would that night were here!

But ah! — to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!

Would that it were day again! — with twilight near!

Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do; This or that or what you will is all the same to me; But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through, — There's little use in anything as far as I can see.

Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow, And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, — And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow There's this little street and this little house.