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Going, Going, Gone


Going, going, gone

In the night I knew

Something was wrong

It didn’t sit right, something askew

Little did I know the feeling was you

 

Going, going, gone

I heard your cries,

Only when i picked you up that it dawned

You couldn’t stand, so weak and frail

I knew my wishes would not prevail

 

Going, going, gone

I took you to drink a bit of water

But you would not drink, only sit and stare

I knew you weren’t there

It wasn’t you, for you were going

 

Going, going, gone

I bathed you in hopes it would make you feel better

But when I set you down your weight caused you to go sideways

Like you couldn’t control your limbs any longer

So I held you as you were going

 

Going, going, gone

I fixed your eyes but you had no reaction

I took you to my mother and left the room

In search of a distraction

But I knew your time was going

 

Going, going, gone

In my room my father crept

He told me to get in the car, we were getting you fries

Your favorite food, even as we wept

We knew you wanted them as you were going

Going, going, gone

We arrived back home, you and mom in the front yard

Under the sun like you loved

We tried to give you fries but you could eat no longer

You were going


Going, going, gone

 We held you in our arms, not knowing what to do

I checked your pulse so many times, it was always askew

Mother sobbing, on the phone

This was the last time you’d truly be home

You were going


Going, going, gone

In the car we went

Wrapped in a towel, but i’m sure you couldn’t feel it

You didn’t see anymore, staring into the void

We didn’t like it, but you were going


Going, going, gone

In the lobby we waited

Barely making 64 bpm

When the needles came, i didn’t want to see them

You were going


Going, going, gone

Needles inserted into the catheter

Your chest began to slow

Now we knew the time was up

You were going, going,


Gone 

 

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