There’ll come a time when it must end
be it parting destinies, death
or quarrels over the toothpaste.
And tears will fall and hearts will break,
With a thousand ‘if onlys’
pointing accusing fingers.
Time then enough to feel the loss,
to mourn what was
and what perhaps should not have been.
So now lie still, enjoy the shapes
his body makes.
The present, at least, is yours.