A Father's breath

In shadows cast by hospital walls, A poignant scene, my heart recalls. Beside your bed, where silence lay, I glimpsed farewell in a lifeless sway. A father's breath, now stilled in time, Left me grappling with a pantomime. A part of me, in that fateful hour, Entwined with grief, a wilted flower. In echoes of monitors and hushed goodbyes, A piece of my soul withers and sighs. The void you left, profound and vast, In every heartbeat, a shadow cast. Through tear-streaked nights and mournful days, Your absence lingers in countless ways. Love's tapestry, once vibrant and bright, Now woven with threads of endless night. The dance of life, a somber tune, I yearn for moments, stolen too soon. Struggling to forge connections anew, Yet haunted by a love I once knew. In the fragments of our shared history, I navigate a sea of bittersweet mystery. The canvas of life, now stained and torn, For a part of me died the day you were mourned.