if my arms bit

if my arms bit the dust
before the rest of me started dying
i could not write that letter to you
despite my hardest trying

if my legs fell and died
before the rest of me passed on
i could not walk to visit you
or run that marathon

if my eyes went cloudy and quit
before the rest of my body died
i could not look into you face
to see if you had lied

if my entire body still kept on
but i lost all of my breath
i could not whisper your quiet name
and that would be like death