by Profe Steve
I squeezed your hand as soft as I could, Biting my lip and blinking, I smiled. Your eyes fluttered open as I knew they would, Angelic face as pure as a child.
I can’t see your body, clawed by disease, Nor your absent locks now grown so thin. I hear your breath like a chill winter breeze, Praying silently that I will hear it again.
We’re no longer there in that cold, sterile room, Surrounded by whispers and by silent tears. We’re on a hilltop, your cheeks all abloom, Staring out across the promise of years.
Our love so new, so perfect, so warm, That nothing would ever rip us apart. Together we promised to face every harm, Fearless together as if just one heart.
That day has now faded so far behind, I held you as you drew your last breath. Sure that again your heart I would find, Even as your eyes closed in death.