Question I Never Got To Ask

From the hallway,

I am hidden

 I watch my father lay in the stillness

Eyes open,
He is somewhere farther away than I have ever been

He is fixed upon the tree limbs 

against the grey sky

and I am fixed upon his expression 

and all those secrects that he does not tell

I watch quiety,

 trying desperatly to understand

To read meaning in each line of his tired face

Searching for answers to questions

that have not yet formed

 and I do not know how to ask

With a gulp,

I swallow them down

leaveing these question in the hall 

and my father behind

lost
to the dying winter light