For the day I will die
Will come not as a surpise, 
More like an old friend with open arms
I will die alone,
sitting on the front porch of my 
Calfornia beach house with my 
over sized sunhat hiding my
almost completely blinded eyes 
from the sun of late June.

My life's companion will return 
from the store with the last 
request that I made, all I wanted 
before I died was a glass of 
strawberry ice cream, he will
arrive ten minutes after I 
let my last breath out of my 
black as midnight lungs which were
cancer ridden, My subsquent funeral 
will be three days later

Not many people will be 
there for it may seem strange
but after my fifty-two years
I will have manage to out 
live almost everyone I ever cared for
watching them die one by one 
Hoping I would not have to watch
my life's companion die before me
he will perform the eulogy 
for he know me the best after spending
31 years together who could have known me better
Some of my obscure fans of my writing will 
show up to show their respect
even though my three novel never went very far
except for the second one 

I will be buried with a small headstone with the words
"Love is the Best Gift" inscribed on it 
Then three days later my life's companion will join me
and be buried right next to me for all eternity.

Back to the barn