I stood by your bed
held your hand
laughed out loud,
"This doesn't look good."
What was I thinking?
Where was I?
How was my heart
in that moment,
one of our last together,
you no longer able to talk.
But you were able
to pull your hand away.
Thursday, December 10, 2015
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