Just came across a notation, on the pad.
And it said, " When can we call Dad?"

I don't remember, when I wrote it there.
But it was before, he went off to critical care.

The call wasn't made, for reasons best unsaid.
Now I wake at nite, playing it over in my head.

Son, I wish we were closer, he once said.
I pretended to hear, something else instead.

When I last saw him, he asked me to stay.
Sorry Dad, had to drive home, it was a long day.

We wasted our time, lost many years.
Now I'am left, with only my tears.

I wasn't ready, for you to go.
Hadn't yet said, I loved him so.

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