Your suitcase was home where you left it
We had left in a hurry
A clock on the sterile wall was ticking away dwindling moments
And was the only sound to break the morning silence
Outside a pale May sun, was laboring to start the day
And was the only thing that held our years together
I had stayed by your bedside if they allowed me to,
If they didn't, I walked and paced and waited until the dawn
I knew every crack on the hospital sidewalk
Bombarded by memories I could not remember to forget
Losing your battle, there was hardly a chance to say goodbye….
They handed me your slippers, and night things in a bag
I tucked them under my arm....for the trip home...
Later if people asked …..those same old questions they always ask
I wanted to say simply…."Why? Does it matter?…..All that mattered...