no passing zone

Within less than a week two people who mean the world to me independently made reference to their mortality, and that gave me a two-ply shudder. It is horrifying to imagine the world without them. For some reason I responded with this poem, which is illustrated and calligraphed above:

no passing zone

within the confines of these words
you may not age nor die
you may grow wings like malls or birds
you may well sing and sigh
but save your sorrow save your deaths
for far-from-now occasions
and draw here now your sweet clean breaths
and lave your life’s abrasions
i do not want to mourn or miss
you confidante you soulmate
i want your word your smile your kiss
more time to file to collate
rejuvenate and be refreshed
a spirit shower will do
be loved be savored be encreched
and do not wonder who