Sitting off the edge of a boat
Watching a sun set once more
You wonder if you’ll ever be
More than waiting for another
The universe does not notice whether we live or die.
He smiled and said the odds are good
Eyes bright in the window light
Older and repeating himself again
Facing the odds the only way he knows
Wondering what conversations we
Have to say, that we haven’t
I tell him to listen, to take care
Of himself, and get better
There’s things to look forward to
Turn fears of incontinence in
To jokes about incompetence
Hold each other up, to push each other on, make each other better so that when the time comes, you succeed when others fail.
treat others
like every
conversation
could be
the last
ever