Stolen Time

Looking at you
lying in bed
I believe our 
Days, ours hours, 
our time
Has repressed me

where is joy
When suffocation
of sorrow
Is predestined 
To creep in

I guess it
Is the love
You and dad
Showed as 
Teachers to living
that creates a sense
Of meaning 

Better than solo
Yet a deliverer to remorse

Your showtime 
I am realizing
has passed

Mine has gone
through the
Midway mark

the angels
are purring
in anticipation 
Where do
We go
From here