(TW: Death)
I was at the hospital with my dad. He was there to be tested for an issue related to what took my mom’s life a few years before.
While waiting, an idea for a poem hit me.
We all tend to think, “We have lots of time” with those we love.
The truth is it can all end at any moment.
This poem, which consists of a title, a byline, and a single period as the poem itself, is meant to express the fact that life can end at any moment, and like the period at the end of a sentence, it is over.
We think we have time, but every moment is precious because our time here is finite.
~ elr
Image: E.L. Redwine