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