I can put it off no longer

No coffee mug large enough

To sip the deed

To be done

It must be drunk

Whole, full-faced

Eye-to-eye, the names

The departed

Journeys

Cut short?

Maybe not.

Maybe

Multiple lives lived

In one

With all the answers

Leaving the living

Clueless with grief

And rose-colored

Verse:

Cleansing

Death’s decay

Gilding with a

Heart’s bouquet