The Last Time.
The last time we had dinner together
in a restaurant with white tablecloths, he leaned forward
and took my two hands in his hands and said,
I'm going to die soon.
I want you to know that.
And I said, I think I do know.
And he said, what surprises me is that you don't.
And I said, I do.
And he said, what?
And I said, know that you're going to die.
And he said, no.
I mean know that you are.