Tags
Death, Death Poems, Dying, Father, Loneliness, Poem, Poems, Poetry
Your death
came with certainty,
many years,
missed deadlines,
then, suddenly—
no more vagaries,
maybe this
or that
could save you,
or extend your life
even one day—no,
you were gone
in a way that,
three years later,
is still fully
disappeared.