F Stage

I was relieved
to discover that,
between my last visit
and your last breath,
only about fourteen hours passed.

I had worried
for a while
about the fact
that you had been alone
before you left,
that your final days
were isolated
and you spent your last thoughts
scared, helpless, lonely.

You didn’t have time for all that,
you were gone so quick.
Maybe it was peaceful.
Maybe someday
I’ll hear the story from you.
Maybe I’ll like that, although
you kinda always talked too much.

Maybe it’ll be better
to just enjoy the silence.

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