I thought it was for him

but maybe it was me

 

as he

floated far away

 

I was deaf to

waterfalls

 

flowing thunder

down the hall

 

I didn’t taste the chardonnay

of his ending’s passion play

 

***

 

hospice worker

speaking

 

all I heard

were raging falls

 

as dad winged on,

through some walls.

 

He couldn’t teach

me one more time

 

or have me

by his side

 

I waited

far too long

 

knowing as

I hurried there

 

…that he’d be gone