Not sure about this one….
Since dying, I have hosted
several parties, and everyone
who is anyone comes and stays
until the sun struggles to rise
and my grief blossoms like a flower.
They can’t take that— I don’t
blame them as they whisper their
thanks and soft goodbyes, drifting
away, like galaxies in an expanding
universe, never to return as I shut
the doors and write thank-you cards
I read once before throwing away.