Goodbye
Aston Martin
He is there
I am here
his pale face
weathered skin
distant eyes
are filled with love
He knows it’s his time
I just want more
We stand
by his bed
holding his soft
old hand
We breath
in and out
his eyes shut
as his body goes purple
The window is cracked
a cross on the hill
tears drip
splattering against
my black coat
I hate
the final goodbye
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