I take a book from my shelf,
It’s worn down spine,
and it’s waterlogged pages,
could only further my interest.
The beginning pages unravel,
mysteries, heroics, happiness.
A feel-good book,
to read on a rainy day.
Rain.
In the story it’s raining.
The main character sleeps,
and dreams of the day he passed.
He saw his grandfather,
an ever-present character.
Together, eating dinner with the family,
How happy he looked…
As the family turns to leave,
ready for a drive with the windows down,
The grandfather, in broken english,
says his farewell, accompanied by a full smile.
“See you tomorrow”-
those words trail out the door
The setting changes,
The family of four rushes into the hospital,
Anxiously they stare,
at the rises and falls of those green lines,
changing to keep pace of his breaths,
which were getting progressively slower…
A sheet covers the body,
The doctors and nurses,
they know him by a tag on a foot,
or the family he left behind,
whose tears flooded the floor
See you tomorrow- who knew
that those falsities and truth,
would compose such a tragedy?
The cruel plot twist,
ruined a happy ending,
Tears punctuate this epilogue.
Here we are,
at the end of a story.
