Be-beep. Be-beep.
Time is ticking for me,
I know it.
My husband is by my
bedside, holding my hand tenderly,
guilt and pain are leaking out of his eyes.
"I'm sorry," he tells me,
"I'm terribly sorry."
Be-beep.
I smile.
"It's okay, I'll love you
always."
Beep. Beep.
He digs his head into the sheets,
squeezing my hand tighter.
"If only I wasn't in a hurry."
Again,
"It's okay."
Beep.
He glances at the monitor of my heart rate
and cries.
"I love you; I'm sorry."
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
