Gone.
Two months and change.
On a white hospital bed-
Laid the skeletal ghost
of the man who had
become my father.
No sobbing, just the edges of tears;
scratching around my eyes.
I said "I'll see you soon"
then bolted before he could say
"I love you."
I wish I had stayed by his side,
I wish I could have braved those wild eyes
that took forever to find my face.
I want to hear him say
"I love you, sweetheart"
One more time.
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