I still resent the way
your final months prior to confinement
Did not include me.
The precious people you chose
to share your precious time with,
were other folk.
People you paid to help you.
Not for you my humble offering
of laughter and sisterly love.
Kineasiologists, buddhists, oncologists
and charlatans
were your lunch dates.
You drove past my door
to give them your money -
to pay them to lie to you.
Did they expect payment
for attending your funeral too?
Were they absent
Because they were unsure
Where they should send their invoice?
Or that perhaps someone
may request a refund?
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