I pulled the plug. 

It may as well have been a trigger,

Says my heart;
I closed the book myself,

And cannot mourn. 
Some loss is irrevocable;

Powerless, you cannot stop

The truck, the bullet,

Turn back time.
Denial, anger, bargaining, 

Railing at life and death,

Waves of grief, up and down,

Washing.

But some loss lingers,

Remnants clinging,

Sluggish, frozen,

Almost – 
 – never quite – 
Gone. 
Waiting for you to pull the plug

And trudge the blizzard wasteland

Of your chosen grief alone,

Uncomforted by waves.