Apr 2011
The last time I saw him,
He was sick,
He was dying,
Surrounded by white,
A blank room of white,
Sharp and impersonal,
He couldn't speak,
I couldn't speak,
I never said goodbye
He was sick,
He was dying,
Surrounded by white,
A blank room of white,
Sharp and impersonal,
He couldn't speak,
I couldn't speak,
I never said goodbye
©Nicola-Isobel H. 18.04.2011
