Closure
At
first I thought you slept,
lost
in the self-profiling bed,
amid
the necessary machinery
that
crowds your room these days.
I
can't say how I knew,
something
kinetic had gone,
slipped
away in that last sigh,
the
one I missed, stuck in traffic.
We
wait for the duty nurse to sign you off.
Mourning
begins,
as
if everyday we had not wished
you
to be at peace
and
now you are gone,
leaving
the four of us
with
our individual beliefs of what comes after.
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