Today came like a bolt from the blue
With sky and sun.
I wonder as I interrogate the cold,
And the brightness:
When the day comes that I don't feel you any more -
When I have died -
(I wouldn't hesitate to die, but embrace my ending
With infinite gratitude to those who
Follow me, for taking on the pain
And the rest... . You know.)
Will I regret?
I think it possible
Though highly unlikely.