Goodbye

i remember
that morning, the
sparrows were
silent...
the sky, colorless
and the sheets,
sleeping still
as they absorbed
the sorrow
from your eyes

what's wrong, my dear?

i dreamt
that
my father had gone...
and i never had
a chance
to say goodbye

rest your eyes,
my love,
your father is one
who will
never know of death
no matter
how many days
may
have passed

Published November 02, 2011