The Importance of Good-Byes

A poem I did in memory of my grandfather.

I stood there

Rigid with fear and anger and sadness

The lights gave the room a soft glow

The smell was sterile yet disgusting

As he layed there, I was silent

The mocking of the machines

To speak, I tried

Now it’s all lies

Not being able to say goodbye

That was the last time

Now he is gone

No more goodbyes

Now I know

To always say goodbye