I cancelled a meet with some friends just now and sort of wished I hadn't but I'm sort of glad I did.
I wrote this poem earlier
When the time comes,
I shall be alone.
Those who are tending me,
The man on the street,
A nurse or you,
Will be there
But you will leave me at the door.
I have never been truly alone before;
What will it be like?
A simple question asked with innocence
The answer to which I do not know.
I shall not be the first to walk through the door,
I shall not be the last
But it will be the first and last time I do it
And I shall be alone.