Hospice
A bedside farewell
A hand
A touch
A knowing look
I sit beside your bed and sigh
Inside you laugh
Inside I cry
Your life is near its end
My friend
My wife
I cannot bear the thought without you
I come and sit to remember
Our life together
Then we part
As I carry you in my heart
One year or sixty
Is simply gone
I seek solace it doesn’t come
I offer you a hand to hold
A knowing look that we are old
I glance away to hide my tears
I look again and now you’ve died
Your cherished love by your side
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Jim DeLillo
Jim DeLillo writes about tech, science, and travel. He is also an adventure photographer specializing in transporting imagery and descriptive narrative.
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