four years.
four years since i held his hand in the hospital room and watched him die.
four years since i felt the pulse on his wrist become nothing.
four years since he was not able to hold onto my hand and went limp.
four years since i turned around and saw no movement and his eyes closed.
four years since i heard the machine beep loudly, from a dead pulse.
four years since the doctors rushed in to try to save him.
four years since it was too late, for he was already gone.
four years since my childhood worst nightmare came true.
four years since he has been gone.
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