Highly Unlikely

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?

Or forget?

I think it possible

Though highly unlikely.