The list of no more

Grows longer

Bucket list concedes

No adventure

Comfort and chores

Reveals a boring me

 

Days pass and wonder

What have I done

Is it enough to be worthy

Or just taking up space

Must I keep listening

To other’s complaints

 

Looking forward to

Ice cream just soft

Spencer Tracy reminds

Me he is gone

The yard grows wild

Because I let it

 

Accepting there will

Be no more cats

Has come slowly

I’m still not sure

There may be just

One left in me