It won’t be long now
He has only got a few more minutes
An hour at best
The crazy juice finally did him in
His liver is rotting
His memories get incinerated
Night by night
One snippet at a time
The anger does not show
The bitterness is not there
In his eyes
The jealousy and pettiness
No longer burns bright
It has dwindled down to a single tiny flame
It will go out soon
I feel that I should say sorry
For being a bad son
For not not spending enough time with him
But I always sent him my second paycheck
For not being near him
I was always trying to save lives
But I can’t save him now
I want to say something
Some kind of a final goodbye
But I can’t bring myself to walk into the room
It smells of feces and failure
The rest of my siblings are all in there
One sitting still
Two staring at each other
Three staring into the light of their cellphones
I am adopted
So its different
My presence doesn’t really make a difference
Last I heard he looked tired
Defeated
Already gone
So I guess it’s OK that I am already making my way home