When you were here you were
the glove & I the hand
safe & balanced & strong.
Then the fever of your
dying melted the glove &
it dripped off the ends
of my fingers, spilling
itself into a pool
of sadness in which I
stood naked, afraid. I
crawled beside you in
our bed, warmed by your
fever, knowing it to be
your last warmth, as your breaths
drew longer, your heart slowed
& stopped.
I held tight to you, listened
hard, desperate for any
hint of life but there was none.
I lay with you, my head
pressed to your still and quiet
chest, feeling a chill fall
over me & wanting to
follow you.
© cj Schlottman 2010
Linked to Gooseberry Garden
3 comments:
Heart-breaking to go through yet, we can not be with them and wish for them not to leave too.
Having been through it myself, all I can say is, I know how empty it leaves those who are left behind, feeling.
Emotion filled and poignant in its sadness of loss.
Oh my God, you have also lost your love. I am sorry. xoXox
Hello.
This is absolutely heartbreaking.
I'm so sorry.
You are very brave to share with us.
My best wishes to you.
Unchain My Heart
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