Travels with Lou

Time to go.
I had called,
Leaving his list of "last calls" complete.
It was not about getting, it was about going.
 
Tired beyond endurance,
Trapped in a bad dream
That would last beyond time.
Ready.

Failing at, and for, the end,
Surely god can be a sadist.
More time, now without control.
His fate in other hands.

I leave his space quickly,
Unable to commune
With someone nearly lost.
Mother makes me a sandwich.

Dads helper informs,
"He adit".
She had said this for years.
Mom knows it means "he ate something".