Room 103 Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

I walked past 101 and 102
Empty rooms
I peeked in but didn't see you
I hated that feeling
seeking to see you
and seeing you gone
some of your things still there
but the empty room felt so wrong
no cards, no flowers, no gifts
lonliness
pressing on me so strong
I cared to see you there
but you were gone
Just a plastic jug of water and a glass
I noticed with spilled water on the stand
realized they had been touched by your hand
that's the only thing of you I did see
I feeling you'll soon be taken from me
A sadness that will oneday soon come to be
But you're more than a memory
You are/were father to me
I felt all alone
As if you were already gone
a crushing sense of sad eventuality
finding you weren't there as you were supposed to be
in room 103