Binyamin

After we quibbled about

my waiting at one train stop

and you being at another

we drove quietly in peace

and then you pulled out this:

"I know it's morbid, but

I think about what you'll say

about me in your eulogy

because I know it will be good."

And though I think about it

twice a day, we both know that

there will never be words for

what seems to have to go unspoken