I had known it was coming. <br />But as a child may put a <br />promised scolding from <br />a returning work weary father <br />to the back of its mind, <br />behind the moutains <br />of mischievous thoughts. <br />I gave myself to the late <br />night sunny delight <br />cheap nonsense of a film. <br /> <br />I was just about to bed <br />a mute milk skinned blonde <br />When the escape shattering <br />shriek of the phone <br />froze the film and time. <br />There was no voice <br />just a muffled sorry <br />sound of sadness. <br />It was then that I knew <br />you had gone. <br />It was then a part of <br />me left and has to this <br />day never come back. <br /> <br />In the car on the way <br />to see you I chose <br />to play the Smiths. <br />Two sorry hearts <br />were better than one. <br />I did not want to cry <br />alone, so Morrissey <br />and I cried into <br />the steering wheel. <br /> <br />Past neon signs <br />and through black plastic <br />doors, down never ending <br />sick smelling corridors. <br />A now familiar walk <br />coming to an unwanted end. <br /> <br />Round your death bed <br />were dirty white curtains <br />How they offered you <br />dignity now your were dead. <br />For when you were alive, <br />and was hanging onto every <br />desperate breath, <br />they left you exposed <br />as uninterested eyes <br />looked on. <br /> <br />You lay on a bed <br />of a thousand past deaths <br />looking the same, <br />just happier, <br />whiter, <br />and gone. <br /> <br />I wetted your cold <br />grey brow with my <br />timely tears, <br />and watched them <br />roll into your lovely <br />wrinkles that held <br />deep so many wonderful <br />years. <br /> <br />I did not like leaving <br />you there, <br />alone and bare. <br />But deep down I knew <br />you had gone long before <br />the call had come through. <br />And by the look and smile <br />on your frozen peaceful face <br />I knew that he had taken <br />your hand as you walked <br />of into the light.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflecting-back-on-the-night-the-call-came-in-me/
