Tuesday, May 11, 2010
My Love, My Wife
by
Rebecca Besser
I hold your hand, sitting beside your bed.
They tell me that is hours you’ll be dead.
I close my eyes and pray for you.
I wish I could take this journey too.
What will I do without you here?
Will I drown all my sorrow with beer?
We have made such a wonderful life.
You are my soul, my beautiful wife.
Breathing in, breathing out.
I feel so much fear and doubt.
Look at me. I won’t leave. I am here.
Our silence shared with a single tear.
Whatever happens right here,
we’ll share it together, my dear.
One moment, time stood still.
It must have been an act of will.
A gasping breath, eyes of shock.
Death’s grip she no longer mocked.
She left me then, gone somewhere.
Without even a glimpse of a scare.
That moment, I lost the love of my life.
That intimate moment, I lost my wife.
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Tragic and lovely.
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