You're a jigsaw puzzle without a picture on the box
All in a thousand pieces with one piece missing
The instruction sheet long lost
You can't be fixed or reassembled
Your mind is a shattering of moments
Scattered across your pillow and beyond
Unravelling beyond recollection like
A tapestry torn into a thread
That twists into a question mark
For which there are no answers
Your open mouth
Clams in the past
Lying on your side like
Some blubbering creature
Washed up by the tide
I feel within this stagnant room
The siren calling me to sea
Return me to lost innocence
Intern me in your mammal womb
I hold your hand and smooth
Your thinning hair
Aware of the unwanted gift you always bring
Acutely at this time of year
From the many you have given me
From the moment you caught
My first breath and taught
My mute tongue how to sing
And bound me to your dominant cord
That never could diminish
Determined we to ever duel
Or duet to the finish
The silence now your parting gift
Allows me to reflect upon
The gradual ending of a life
And selfishly contemplate my own
From down the corridor
A radio plays a song of praise
Great Joy and Tidings to the World!
The singing ends without applause
As no more words can be said
I scratch these lines beside your bed
(c) Stephen Evans
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