End Game

The last time she went to see him
he had taken off his trousers.
Mortified, she hid her wrinkled face
deep in her trembling hands. Pulling

herself together, she hurried
to hide his naked loins with the
tail of his shirt but failed and looked
about her for his trousers, she

found them stuffed inside his rubbish
bag, his underpants were there too
along with banana skins and sweet
wrappers. She retrieved them quickly.

With a sharp intake of her breath
she saw he had the beginnings
of an erection and slobber
dribbled out from his toothless mouth

down onto his stubble covered
chin. Where were his carers? Were they
out for a smoke? Gone for their lunch?
Why was no one attending him?

As she wondered, the contents of
his bladder was broadcast all down
her dress, and his erection was
gone in heartbeat, her heart broke as

she looked at his face, it was blank.
The light switched off behind his grey
eyes. He had gone for good this time,
not the farewell she had prayed for.

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