Walking into the room,
seeing your radiant smile glowing back at me,
running as fast as I can.
Reaching you only to find it was a dream,
all that I have left of you.
Remembering the last eerie memory:
walking in the middle of the night
hearing your slow, silent snoring as soft as a sigh,
like a lullaby rocking me to sleep.
Silence pours into the room.
Where is my lullaby?
Straining to hear any sign of your existence.
What’s going on?
Slowly, I creep out of bed,
tiptoeing to the side of your hospital bed
laid out in the living room.
“Grandpa?” I whisper into the silence.
My body starts to shake as I call for you once more.
Again no answer.
I fall to my knees.
Realizing your fate,
I stay by your side
crying myself to sleep.
Why did you have to go?
Until we meet again,
good night forever.