Eighty-Four, No Funeral.

And we went headfirst into that goodnight,
didn’t we?

We spent your last days linking up
like it was the end of Summer,
every day, like there wasn’t sixty years between us.
Even when
there wasn’t anything to talk about
but the heat, and how your shadow
was drawing so close to you.

You’d been ready for so long.
And I’m happy for you,
and heart broken.