Proper tea in the sunroom
Solemn reflection
or vacant stares
through glass panels
A trip to the doctor
some time before today
Nothing has really changed
This only hastens the process
Do we not deserve
to author our own ending
Return
to blessed nothingness
Escapes lifelong torment
This only hastens the process
The sunroom is quiet
in a sea of sounds
I will wait here
until that hour wakes