Poem: I'd love it if we made it. (I wrote this at a funeral)

I'll be glad

(If we get that far)

Wrinkled

Weezing

Feeding tubes and life support

When it's finally time to pull the plug


I'll look up at you and smile

(If we last that long)

I'll remind you that I've wanted this for a while

Since before we met


I'll be grateful

That I no longer have to strive

That I won't need to feel significant

That my bones

And my heart

And my broken mind

Won't feel anymore

I'll be at peace

Knowing that the wrestle

And the lonely

And the impending dread

Will finally be done


I'll miss you

(If we don't split up by then)

I'll hope you have what you need

And I'll know that you'll be ok

Because you are strong

And never needed me


I'll try to let you know what happens after this

But mostly,

I'll smile

And thank you for your love

And probably weep

And hold your hand

And sigh deeply

For the last time

- I'd love it if we made it. (I wrote this at a funeral)