Dare I to continue now that you have gone?
After the flowers have died in the functional vase
and the diggers have moved onto carry other portals
into the bright blue heavens above
Dare I to continue with a knowledge
That although I was not to blame
That I still feel the pain of embarrassment
that I wasn’t there by your bedside
when the nurse grasped your hand and whispered, “it is time”
May I continue?