At The End Poem by Patrick Keenan

Come on in
the room

Ah, don't stare so
you knew
there'd be
some gloom

But
come on in
the room

Leave the door open
if you prefer

Lift the shade
open the window
get a glass of water

Make it an easy now
and sit awhile

Come on in
the room

We don't have to
touch
talk or look

A presence
is present enough

So
come on in
the room

A breath barely heard
but I heard

A faint whiff of vanilla
as you turn your head

Come on in
the room

'Bout now
it's nice
to have someone
to say good-bye to

Wish me bon voyage
I'll be leaving first

Come on in
the room
So I can go