How could this happen?
How can this be?
When we last spoke
You were thinking of coming to see me.
I got a call that you weren’t okay.
We came to the hospital almost every day.
You didn’t get better
I had to make the call; your daughter
Had them unplug your machines from the wall.
When you passed, your son held your hand.
I didn’t make it to witness your last stand.
You are gone now and our hearts are broken.
How can we have left so much unspoken.