Be with him, his doctor said
I went into the
cold, sterile
hospital room
I couldn't recognize him
anymore
Head bald
With his hair that fell out
during chemo
Eyes puffy
Had he been crying?
I was proud of him
of the man he was
The man he is
He was a respected urologist
Was, is
But I didn't spend enough time
with him
I was so far away
Lost in a land of the forever young
The Peter Pan syndrome culture of the
Bay Area
I was lost there and
on the inside
How could this be?
How could god do this to me?
I thought he would live to be
So old, skin wrinkly like a raisin
With my mother
Till death do they part
I held his hand
He opened his eyes
Looked gently at me, full of exhaustion
Full of love
Full of memories, old
"Be good to your mom," he whispered
He closed his eyes
A hush fell over us
He did not wake up
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