No one there to hold his hand
Or say kind words to ease
Those last precious moments on earth.
When his brain disconnected his eyes
And slowly turned its attention instead
To approaching timelessness…
For the time in-between those States,
We, the lonely left behind, wonder –
Incessantly – if he was frightened
Or fearful, and how long he lay there
On Life’s most lonely platform
For that one predestined train?