You died a long time ago. I denied it at that moment, when I first saw your sleeping form. I have continued to ignore it ever since.
Today, the denial has broken down. By itself. Weeds grew slowly against the wall, expanding in the many crevices of slipshod, hurried construction. The endless rains battered the stone and the patchy masonry was washed away.
Now, worse than your dying, what hurts is how long ago it had happened. So much time has passed, since you were put to sleep.
The denial was useless, of course. You will never wake again.
Tch, to my fellow bloggers of an age past. Tch.