Pensive and suited
The glassy eyes searched
To save pride.
The warmth drained from
My gripping fingers
As though
Through a vacuum
Pulling heat
He would draw it all away
As he went.
The image rests with me now
Slack, unburdened.
Stories of elders enlivened
As this is how one can live
And as he made me, us.
Never drink water from the hot tap.
