The house is in darkness
The curtains are drawn
Dying
Do you think of it often
Does it invade your thoughts
A man died before town meeting
He still won the election
Grandfather had cancer
He sat in a chair in the corner
A jar of lemon drops on the table beside him
Waiting
Car wrecks took
A friend
Then another
And another
I could no longer bear the funerals
I mowed the lawn instead
Losing a mentor
Allowed me to understand
Suicide is a desperate grab
For peace
I thought I knew death
Would be prepared
When my father died
I was wrong.