Four Weeks

It’s been four weeks –

Today marks your passage.

Still, I remember

Walking in,

And knowing it was over.

Even before I saw your slumped form,

I knew,

And when I called for help,

I knew no help could come,

For you were gone.

Still, I went through the motions,

Stayed on the line,

Counted along with the operator

With each compression (1 – 2 – 3 – 4),

But to what end?

You were already gone,

Gone before I even arrived.

It’s been four weeks,

But even later,

Even when it’s been

10, 20, 100, 10,000 –

Even then, I will remember you.

Author's Note: I wrote this poem as a contest entry for the Keep It 100 Challenge. I hope you enjoyed the read. I'd love to hear what you think, so please feel free to leave a comment, click the heart, and subscribe!