The Scientist

When you left

The lights went out

On the other side of the world

And in the gloom of the living room

I thought of you

Alone, in a hospital bed

No longer vivid, like you were

In younger days

In lab-coat times with vials of hope

Jetting around the world,

Gleaming eyes as you spoke

I thought of you

As you used to sit in your chair

Dog at your feet, the morning newspaper

Sliding to the floor

A much deserved sleep.

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