His goodbye

He drives a car with no rear-view mirror
He doesn’t look behind to see if anyone’s there
He takes his life to see what’s left
An urn of ash and a space in his chest

No-one carried on his family name
Living his days, wondering if he’s sane
An empty household and tall grass in the yard
Once happy, wrinkle free - his smile now hard

Counting the days, waiting to get ill
Asking to be taken away by his angel
Prayers go unanswered
His heart grows emptier

A man once of faith
Cries tears full of hate
The world went on and left him
Leaving him sitting alone

A drive into the ocean will put him at ease
And he’ll be carried away by a salty breeze
Then he’ll be swept away to a niche in the sky
It is his turn to say goodbye

 

By Sarah Ford <3