Blues for an Imaginary Valentine

How ironic
That I should be the one to go
Before you
How ironic

For years
I read the many notices
Dreamt of being survived by my longtime companion
Not facing this alone

How ironic
Now that I know love
And have found feelings long buried
And strength unknown
I know the greater love
Is to survive
Not to abandon
But to be abandoned

How ironic
Through loss
We discover
True love

Now I grieve
Not for myself
But for you whom I leave behind

And for you who must face death alone