We were having a few
Moment of conversation
Mostly nice
Mostly meaningless
But nice none the same
I smiled as I told
Him a story about
Growing up while
He was busy working
And I seen it in his face
As I remembered and he
Searched for it
Then he started coughing
And I sat waiting for it
To stop.
Ran to the
Basket
That we filled
With garbage
He spit up some
Blood and hung
His head
Do you remember
Dad?
