Through panes I watch

the trade of purple to red

halt.

Monitors darken

preceding terminal liberation.

Stiff

stoic.

The hour and minute recorded.

I shamble away.

Alone.

Just as he was.

Caring strangers no proxy

for family.

Our compliant connections once allowing

free exchange

now inhibited.

Fibrotic.

I heave

a burdensome breath.

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