I remember you sitting on the couch
In your house
It smelled like smoke
Watching reruns of tv-shows
Older than your son
My father
I’m not sure what was going on in your mind
Maybe dreams of a far off past
A different world
People things and places
That have all passed on and changed form
And I never really asked about it
And you never really volunteered
We only talked about it a few times
A small glimpse of a life.
You were a man of few words
But I remember the way your eyes would sometimes gleam
When you saw us
And despite the lack of words
And the little we knew about each others lives
In some way we communicated in silence
And the last time I saw you
You fell asleep
So I waited for some time
Left you a note
Told you I loved you
And would see you again
But you had grown tired
And were ready to go
So the next time, you were asleep forever
Gone to see the many people who went before you
Gone like the world you knew as a young man
Except for the pieces you left behind
In me and the people you loved.