Final Breath

Tears fill my faint memories
of laughs to complete sorrows.
He never got to see those
perfect throws and insane hits
like an exploding star.
And my smile grows dim
each time I think of him
sitting in his chair holding me
while golf was on the television
Then we'd fall asleep
and dream the day away.
A million stories wrapped and stored inside
As they place him into his grave.