I’ve already decided how I’ll mourn you
when you’re gone.
Buying a far too expensive candle at Christmas
from the local luxury goods shop, where they knew
you by sight and kept special flavors in the back
for you. A spiral cut ham
at Easter, glazed in fancy honey. Bubbles
in the grocery store, blown furtively around 
corners. 

I’ve been taking notes
all these years
for when the time comes.