Poem for today:

“our last conversation”

it was a cold February night

you and I sat in the bedroom

sterile white sheets covered you

but they couldn’t hide the lines

forming around your dark eyes

the cancer blackening your insides

yet our talk was light and carefree

for we never sat alone, just us two

and our words quickly filled up

the empty spaces in my childhood

when we were separated by bridges

that really felt like vast oceans

it was that night you opened

the chambers of your heart

saying all the things you needed

to say before your eyes closed

I cried that Spring day when

they placed you in the grave

for the void from silent years

would never be filled now -

we simply ran out of time