Remembering the End

I want to anticipate my life's end well
enough before the fact
that I can afford the hotel.

Not looking forward to being my own only
friend, and I doubt I’ll have the tact
to anticipate my end well

enough not to be a dreadful
burden to everyone. So, I’ll pack
and move my sorrows to a sad hotel—

everything I am and everything I own perishable
as a periwinkle gliding on a wreck.
But if I could anticipate the past well

enough, I’d remember when wedding bells
rang for us, after we were discovered in the act
of love in quite a nice hotel—

so maybe I won’t die by myself.
It can’t be that my life was a mistake.
I want to forget my life’s end well
enough to have a ball!