Just One Last Kiss

Still missing you, after all these years.

Feel you

Slipping through

My hands.

Helpless

To stop you

Even if

You wanted me

To.

Why

A question

I ask myself.

Knowing

There is

No answer

To my question.

As

Tender tears

Pool around me

Threatening

To drown me.

In

my shame

And grief.

Laying my hand

One last time

Upon your comatose

Body.

Hoping

Beyond hope

The doctor lies

To us.

But

My brain says

Otherwise.

Good-bye

Dad.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

intensely sad piece.

i communicate with mine as much as possible..and he with me...he is 93.

[therisa]

My dad died, in 1998, at the age of 62. I was the last person, he talked to, before his fatal heart attack. Every year, I stand over his grave and pour my heart out to him, before sharing a bottle of water, with him.