That sharp whistle steam
Spews out of the pipe
The brakes have been pressed,
The engine is still running,
And that noise
Punches in the gut every time

Your timeframe was bad and you shut down fast
Golden Girls played over and over again
At three in the mornings 
Waiting room waits began to feel like a bookmark
 “I was here earlier, so I need to go through that door
 To get to room number…?”
 Prayers for magazines and old pizza boxes

The recliner got stale and when you were gone
I finally opened my eyes to a bigger picture 
Blue Umbrella by John Prine played on repeat in the Neon that year
Alabama Shakes played at the service

I didn’t say anything 
There was nothing left to be said 
It would have all been bad

So they went with
 “…’bout the size of Morgan.” 
And, “Back in my day.”