25 December 2014
SB
He was already gone.
The thing breathing for him didn’t keep him
closer while we tried to say goodbye,
more for us than for him.
I’m so far away, it’s hard not to
wish he’d stayed a little longer
so I could tell him
how I wish I’d made the time
after his first near-death experience.
I never considered there’d be another,
so much closer he couldn’t make it back
to all of us here, wondering what we’ll do
without him.
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