Pops

You lie there
attached to wires and tubes.
The machines making you breathe.
In out.
In out.
In out.
Mums hysterical.
Brothers subdued.
I can’t feel a thing
and
that’s strange.
Family gather to pay respects.
I’m at the begging stages now.
I try everything to no avail.
You’re fading slowly.
I see you giving up the fight.
Machines are turned off.
I snuggle into your chest.
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Then you’re gone.

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