DEAD PAPERWORK

I am aghast at how to proceed

The journal you began is midway

I need to be at peace

This decision keeps you not at bay

What good will that paperwork do?

If you will not be there when it's published?

Contrasted with that difficult moment of losing you

I am now beating myself over the head

Completing your paperwork is my legacy to honor you

It will never bring you back

Awe, pleasure, wonder, ecstasy

Reliving only the positives to keep calm

Abundant and forgiving you were

The system could not hold you

Uniquely practical, feeding my incompleteness

With gratitude, completing your journal.