The Train that Turned the Visiting into a Funeral

I’d, Sat by the Window Seats

As I Usually Had

Gazing Toward the Clouds Outside the Windows

how quickly life passed us by…photo from online…

Inside My Heart & My Hands

There Was, Nothing

And All I Could

Was Hold on Tightly to the News I’d, Just Received

Suddenly

The Fog Dissipated in the Air

The World Became, All too Clear

Like a Joke

The Few Snow-White Round Clouds

Popped Out of the Blue Cleared Skies

They’d Gathered to My Passenger Window

Rolled, Turned

like the ship, sailing into the setting sun…photo found online…

Changed in the Lights

The Fuzzy of the White Markings

Despite How the Crevasse Contained Shadows of Gray

The Gold Boundaries Decorated the Outlines

And, there’s No, Sparing of the Uses of the Colors Pink & Light Purple

Those Clouds that Moved Closer

Seemed Like Eyes that Blinked

Even Talking

and this, is where we all end up…inside that hole on the ground…photo found online…

I Couldn’t Help But Inquire:

“Is that You, My Father?”

I’d Forgotten Everything Now

And Only Had a Pair of Eyes that’s Opened Up Wide

With My Jaws, Dropped

Until, Everything Went, Back to Normal

The Fog, the Smog that Always Hovered Over the City Returned Once More

The Skies Grew Dark Again

There Was, that Dead Row of Edifices by the Horizon

that’s Become, the Fences of the World, Far as Our Eyes Can See Now

And so, this is on the poet’s losing his own father to illness, and, the loss of a parent that he will now be, coping with, and the long and winding grieving process that’s going to take him his whole life to get done, because losing someone we love will always hurt like hell…