In my dreams I was reminded
of your absence
as my mind played out
your last moments on Earth --

somewhere between
the brainwaves of my subconscious
I was allowed to say goodbye
grasping your hand
as I looked down upon your body
tucked tightly in a pink
flannel blanket, still conscious
you grabbed my hand as tears
welled in your eyes,
both of us knowing the
inevitable was finally about
to wisk you away;

yet I held you tightly
as you were reduced
to a child-size figure
in my arms, and I rocked
back and forth pleading
that you would remain,
but even so

8 years later the memory
still sneaks in,
each recollection morphing
into images that attempt
to comfort the insatiable
thirst for a goodbye
that I was never granted

and as I watched the gentlemen
carry out the casket from
the church next door
I couldn't help but remember
each and every detail
of your passing,
wishing
the subliminal delusions
could defy science, faith,
and time exchange.

05/05/2014

Author's Note: A quick, unedited creation during lunch -- all thoughts appreciated :)

Posted on 05/05/2014
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