Part(y) of Me

Part of me will always stand there

In that room drowning in night,

Flickering tv casting

Dim light on someone, something,

Part of me will always question

Which life you finally chose

That New Year’s Eve two years ago,

Too weak to leave that arm chair,

Your deathbed.

Encumbered by fat and alone,

Glass of alcohol bottles

Reflecting your sad visage like

Those circus mirrors we broke,

Back when we weren’t afraid of

Remembering times when you

Were my dad and I was your son,

But we were wrong even then,

In my mind I will always ask

Myself about that last night,

Before you rotted away for

Two weeks until you were found,

Only because of the putrid stench.

Part of me resigns to never

Know if you abstained at last,

Or glass in hand you gave in and

Thought “what’s the harm in one more?”