What does one do – when family dies
Evening, probably a beautiful one
Those around him knew he’d pass
I, was prepared
Or so I had hoped

I regret that call I made
At the station
To ask how grandpa was –
Mother told he died at 5:30
Boy, train rides with wet eyes aren’t easy

Hope he’s well,
Somewhere better
Not attached to the machines anymore
The ICU that become like his home
Hope he’s at place – not a hospital

Indifference to death,
Yet I cry – every time a person close dies
Death doesn’t seem to leave me alone
Yet won’t embrace me –
The little devious imp!