All I see,
  white sheets with blue flowers.
An ode to loneliness touches the room.

This will be my place to dream
  not first, but the last time,
 in this bed full of relief.

The thoughts fade,
  mix with happy memories.
But to say it
  seems Infinite and Ending.

Leaves don't dance.
No insect lands on the blue.
The flowers remain untouched

  but the weight of me and my grief cannot be,
if my being is removed.

  What exactly am I saying goodbye to?