The story spark used for this piece was a lyric from the song “Stay just a little bit longer…”
Please Stay
It was to be our last time together. I wish I had known that. Please stay a little bit longer. The touch of his hand, The aged look on his face as he gazed into my eyes. He must have 
known. Please stay a little bit longer.
Mom knew; she must have, but she didn’t say. Please stay a little bit longer.
His words of wisdom; his guiding thoughts; the gentle tones of his voice calming me when I was distraught, but never to be heard again. Please stay a little bit longer.
A tight hug, a simple wave, the door closes. Please stay a little bit longer.
And he was no more.
But wait…there are the pictures, the recordings, and there are the memories. They always remain.
I guess he stayed.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Characters and events are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
