outside his door
as he slept
in intensive care.
a day away from Christmas
the day he would
die on. i saw no flowers.
no cards.
there were no children
gathered at bedside.
no mother no father,
no siblings.
no wife.
i didn't see a single friend
of his
as i stood there
listening to the machine
give him air.
no one else was there.
they were doing their
mourning, their waiting
elsewhere.
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