While you convalesce I'll tend and reminisce Then circle back To where your status is If I'm faltering As I'm standing here I'm trying not to cry Getting comfortable With impermanence But your imprint on the rug Never fails to Punch me in the gut Well I'm made Of the cushion you're sleeping on Watched you slouch down With your arms out Zipper with a V You softened every part of (me) Oh Bo, old age came and poisoned you The monsters in your mouth had sharper teeth You laid beneath The Christmas tree and refused to leave Oh Sen, old age came and poisoned you The monsters in your mouth Had sharper teeth You laid between Recovery and uncertainty