jellyfish

It is terminal.
These words, spoken by a stranger,
seal my father's fate.
And my own.

With no words to say,
I take Pop's hand.
He pulls away.
The morphine pump he needs, not me.

I wonder, does he know how I feel?
Eyes closed, half smile on his face,
"This is what I like," he says.

That chemical induced euphoria,
I long to feel as he does then.
Instead, I sit stone sober and think,
I am just like him.

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jellyfish

just another day in paradise