Visit
All night long, sleepless,
you promised to go visit.
He looked so frail
like a wilted red carnation.
White walls, immaculate
mirror completely silent
hadn’t seen death yet as
he pulled his hand
from yours like
a spoiled child
keeping his toy to himself.
You promised not to cry
as he let his last breath to
float freely in the void
your tears dripped regret
you didn’t have the courage
to hold his hand and tell him
that you miss him.
Manolis Aligizakis 