A time for everything.

This is either the start of something or nothing at all. I haven't decided yet.

He died in December.
The last grey leaf
clinging to a naked tree.
I kicked the snow off my boots
took a deep breath
and walked into the room.
He lay cold and withered
on a hospital bed that didn’t belong
in my grandparents living room.
I sat beside him
holding everything in
while he was letting go.
Hands that had once tickled
without a single touch
now lay tired and frail
inside of my own.
I gently squeezed
“I love you”
In a made up form
of Morris Code.