The old man who cried wolf

(after Pablo Neruda)

And does the father who 
lives in your dreams
die again when you're awake?
My dad has already made up his mind.
He leaves this world little by little
taking a small sip of unconsciousness
two or three times a week
so we don't discover his plan
to go without a goodbye.

Today's poem is based on a prompt offered on Instagram by poet Amy Kay. The idea was to use a question as first line and then answer it in the rest of the poem. I have used a question asked by Pablo Neruda in his 'Book of Questions", which I was introduced to a long time ago by a dearest friend.