In Astronomy,
a coma is the glowing gas cloud
around
the comet’s nucleus.
At home,
a coma is something Dad has
fallen into.
Holding his cold hand
watching his
heavy shell of a body
drag breaths
wondering
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what’s still |
inside of him |
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what has already |
floated up |
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and out. |
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I want to scream I’m sorry. |
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Sorry for wasting |
so much time. |
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Not being with him. |
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Sorry for not |
being more forgiving. |
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Not ready |
to say goodbye. |
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Not knowing how |
this kind of pain |
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ever |
floats away. |