“What has happened to your arm father.”

“A nurse came in with a cart and ran over my arm.”

I was a little boy i never thought the final goodbyes we would share would be the last. I didn’t understand the words spoken.

Moments staring moments lost in my world.

Passing words float around the room.
Tears fall.
Truth spared.
But i didn’t understand what has bin spoken about.

Dragged away into the hallways arms out in length trying to stay and not have to leave.

Goodbye and i love you were the last ever words spoken.

All truth buried for the sake of love.

Time has come and gone the call goes threw.
Time had come and gone for the father to leave.
Still no movement.
Still no movement.
Still no movement.

It all seemed unreal.
Can it be a dream with no ending in sight.
The wind blows so silent the sun never comes up as bright as it use to.
Everything seemed like a dream.
Will i ever wake up and end this nightmare.