The Smile

                              

Yesterday i came to see you but you had gone
so i stood watch there over your shadow
and tried to touch it
we all did

i thought i saw a hint of surprise and amusement
mixed in a faint wry smile
on the face of your shadow
a couple of us noticed it
or so we like to think

It's strange how a room full of people can seem so empty
each alone grasping at what passed
what is now another dimension
for you

The day before you had flirted with the doctor
she found it funny and disarming too
it was a thoughtful gesture, quite automatic
very you

Last night we sat together reminiscing
and planning what has to come
we will meet again today
i am rather dreading it
but that's just me

Now i am sitting here, can't sleep
and all i can think about is that smile
and what brought it on
was it meant for us
or just a cosmetic effect?
remember to tell me later
i miss you father
safe journey