in between hackneyed gibberish
and death-rattle
meaningless hugs, some kisses
farewell
a hush glance at who nearly isn’t anymore
screaming false friends, cyring children at his bed,
loving silence at another one’s
leaving so quietly
bleeding decease
pack your bags, don’t forget to take a clean shirt
in heaven they are all beauteous
void
a running doctor
and
a flatlined man
alone on his bed