Empty Bench

*'I think they're not aware that dad is Dead -
 The note you sent was before he died.'*

And lying there, her eyes closed in her head,
Lying, lying, neatly resting on her side -

Disseminated notes gave snippets of events
As somewhat bland and edited asides.

Disillusioned weeks before his soul was sent
By care-spent doctors, did he wave goodbye?

A space - revealed by simple language - Death -
A Spark of inspiration, ' Dad has died.
His Birthday - next week, ' she coolly said.
She said, closed eyes, she coolly lied.

The bench, memorial of a man, her dad.
Shared tangibly, sits empty - waits whilst we stand.