Passages

You are dying as I breathe,
losing ground with each minute.
I wait, helpless,
listen to a slowing heartbeat
in my baffled mind.

I am here,
alone with my thoughts.
While you lay in a hospital bed,
surrounded by strangers.
What do they know of us?

Promises we made,
hearts and arms entwined.
Once upon a time,
we wrote a storybook.
and love was ours.

Happy days, blissful years,
babies brought into our world.
Dreams and hopes,
soft whispers, making love,
into the night we traveled.

Memories are all I have
from the days of you and me.
God called your name first
and so, someday, again we'll meet
when my heart stops to beat.




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This was written on April 24th,
Two days before my husband left this world. I will miss him.