after love, drifting back
and forth across the border of consciousness,
I held your hand and tried terribly to sense your
weakened pulse. You were here but your mind
had already sailed away,
Your spirit was called away by Him.
I searched your heart to see if I was still there
Did we part? here. Before death, and after breath.
You still breathe here, tubes in your neck and chest.
I wonder who was there, a soul still trying to live
a part from you.
Myself was left in that state after you.
Turns out, I we didnt part at death
we parted at sickness
and my spirit was left distant
from my heart.
I wish I died.
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