210. Dying Friends (Myshkin, 2021) · couplets

What can I write That’s real and right About your death? How can I rhyme About the time Of your last breath? With meaning dead, The books we read Can help no more. Your boat is here. Some love, some fear, Some darker shore. Too young to go— Will moments slow And fill you up? Take one last trip. Enjoy this sip Refill your cup. Those left behind Might search and find Some words to say But none will feel What’s really real About The Way. Is God on board? Is that the chord Of endless Heart? Reversing theft, Just Nothing left. And Love. And Art. I hope your sleep Is sweet and deep And worry free. I wish you knew A bit of you Will stay with me.