It was poetic in the worst of ways;

a father dying on Father’s Day

 

Gone as fast as shadows shift,

Saturday sick, Sunday adrift

 

Just as tempos settled so,

fading organs attacked their flow

 

Alone she tries to curb alarm,

scrambling inside unknown harm

 

Two sons about to be fatherless,

tread into plots that unjustly twist

 

Sudden flights to comfort sides

are filled with somber weighted cries

 

A final time we’re all as one,

eternally frayed by threads undone

 

Goodbyes are passed in disbelief,

leaving before his endless sleep

 

Down the hall three sit numb,

waiting for the word to come

 

The moment is surreal and brief,

amidst lonely chairs and a family’s grief

 

The news is spread in solemn breaths,

with conversations now the test

 

A piece of us stays as he departs,

in Charlotte forever, forever in our hearts