Death Sonnet
I have wept much of late
Lost in a bad way
too many friends for me to call this fate
a chance per say.

I love whom I love their body’s health doesn’t affection sway
yet each day I open e-mail with just a bit of dread
Each morning prior to clicking inbox I pray
that there will be no message to turn my eyes red

from weeping.
Too often though these prayers must go unread
and in keeping
with tradition I forced to bed

To mourn, curled fetal, and wait;
minutes, hours, sometimes days for agony to dissipate.