A story dedicated to Les Langston (my Dad) and his last few years.

Empty


A shake,
no,
a tremour.
No,
a shake,
there in his hand
as his coffee shudders
to his mouth.
Unintended drips
trickling into hiding places
at a bearded chin.

Eyes dulled by years
from
"Head Full of Whispers" (2012)
of seeing too much
and tears for loves lost,
friends past
and lives
too soon forgotten.
No more stories,
or reflections
for grandchildren
who outgrew lessons.

Just a shake,
dull eyes
and stories,
learned for loved ones,
wasted on strangers
and no longer wanted.