“Talk about something ending.” He started.

“That’s broad” I thought.
Phone plan
My lease
I don’t know… everything ends…

Buying diapers
formula, babyfood
sippy cups
those little puffy crackers
with bananas on the tube…

back to school clothes
new backpack, lunchbox, fresh pencils
yellow boxed crayons with the built in sharpener on the back

Santa stuff!     Santa stuff…

acne creams
soapsgelsscrubsmasks video games
more food than you ever thought
one human could consume
noteworthy tennis shoes

That first car.

college tuition
off campus housing
packages from home of even still more food

his part: the tux;
the last most food he will ever ask you for.

“Maybe these are more inevitables
than endings,”
I ponder to my empty except me room, “though they do end.”

She liked pink blankets after he went over, and eating only nonmeals

non utencil meals

finger foods

but not wings. Wings were their thing.
Everything was their thing
until everything ended… inevitably.

Sixty one years of endings together
five more for her alone.
Five more of diapers
formulas
sippy cups
little puffy crackers
with fish on the carton

sophisticated coloring books

malomars

Malomarsmalomarsmalomars…

White Lilies

That spot right next to him
with the view they chose together.