Futility

I found myself staring
at the death
that hadn't stung our room enough -

a bed pronounced the shock
of the soulless body -
the futility of the shock
of the final claim ...

and I stared
at the wall beyond it.

My mind fled awhile,
invented time -

time to word
an obituary,
time to sheet the silenced
note -

time to tidy
every tiny memory of ours
that boated within me.

In this trying I forgot
that I would soon forget
what I was trying to correct.