His Death

I've known my way around the
Hospital too well..
The winding long white
Halls, no color around.
This could be heaven,
This could be the way to hell..
I find the room and walk in.
He lays there, frail and weak.
His body worn out..
I take his hand and he looks up
At me, aware I'm now here..
He squeezes my hand
Tightly, I know he's afraid..
I cry to myself as he begs for help.
I can't do much..
He then looks at me with his
Face twisted from his stroke.
He whispers "It'll be ok.. I love you"
And before the words can leave my
Bleeding lips, his grip
Loosens, and his eyes glaze over..
With that, he left my world..
With that... I cry and beg for him
To wake up...

(For my Grandfather to recently passed away when I went to visit him on friday. I love and miss you.... <|3)