Up Above

it was after midnight, and i won't soon forget my dad was leaving, or so they said laying there, his soul it seemed, wanted to be set free it was hard, not something for all to see when my father departed, i looked at stillness i looked around, and i looked above i saw a glimpse of what i thought was he, it was just the reflection in the window of me i looked further out, past my thoughts and prayers only to realize my dad was already just a memory as i looked back at him on that hospital bed i tried hard to engrave his last breath, in my head it looked like him, but it didn't feel like him he was no longer there as much as i wanted him back i knew he was elsewhere ...without a care again, i stood to look out the window and again the only sign of life were the palm trees, they looked like brooms sweeping the midnight air it is then that i saw life again, and i knew that he was there....