it’s this.


She kissed his hand
and laid it again across a cold chest,
his heart not beating
breath not breathing.
Tears stung her chapped cheeks,
four days of stinging streams.
Distant voices offered comfort,
reaching her in waves
like the echoes of a dark tunnel.
No light at the end.

Her boy, as good as could be,
dead, a thought unfathomable
in her weakened mind.

Her boy, so loved,
no longer able to love.

He was quiet as if asleep
but he would never sleep again
and he would never wake.
She couldn’t know
which hurt most.

Her boy, so wanted,
would never know this.

She would never be the same.

This was the day
she’d be forced to say goodbye

and neither of them were ready.

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2 Comments to “it’s this.”

  1. Distant voices offered comfort,
    reaching her in waves
    like the echoes of a dark tunnel.
    No light at the end.

    I like these lines, they really stick with me. Thanks for a great read.

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