JUST US.

Just us,
those last moments,
(not that we
expected them to be).
Those final words,
mundane,
with Ok
and See you
tomorrow then
or some such like.
Then the departure
no last embrace,
no hint of final !oin!
into the far off sunset.
Just us, my son,
those last words.
" cannot recall
your first words spoken
nor now your last
with any precision.
#our death was not
my idea or decision,
nor yours to decide
or to know it seems.
Surreal maybe
as in half sleeps
or wakin! dreams.
" talk to you still
e$en thou!h you%$e !one
to other realms
beyond my sense so far.
Sometimes " sense you
passin! out of my eye%s
corner $iew
like some shootin!
(did " see that&)
star.