On overhearing a preparation for dying

to the older lady sharing news that she is dying

with her young friend at the table next to me

what words are better than yours?

“Hold me accountable and don’t let me get all crying and that shit”

what feelings are better than yours, and whose courage greater?

you beautiful and balding in our stylish Starbucks talking about dividing assets with your beloved

so in the end it’s easier on everyone else;

may I care as much as you when I face my end.

I love you now… you did this, though we will never meet again;

now I’m off to my meeting and it seems so small.

may you ride glorious with the sun…go well but not gently…

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