Procrastination

The cars lined up
in front of the house,
a still-life funeral procession.
I sat in mine
in denial.

Somewhere inside
they waited for me.
Huddled around her,
sharing her last breath
like campers
around a smoldering fire.

Outside,
The sky was
fading blue.
Everything fades.

I sighed
the wind tapped
my shoulder
as if to say
"Stop stalling".
I clicked the engine over
and drove away
again.