Did you go
to Vegas
after all?

Does the Spirit World
permit such?

I hope you go
if you've not been
and are allowed,
my son;
there ghostly
amongst the gamblers
who have lost or won.

I think of you
good part
of my time,
or suddenly
out of the blue,
something
some tune or photo
brings to mind, you.

I used to be ignorant
of grief's ache,
the hurt loss brings,
but not anymore,
not since you've
been gone.

You gone,
just like that,
no big farewells,
just the final words
vague now
and possibly banal
as most
in real life are,
like faded lights
of a burnt out star.