The aroma of antiseptic sets fire to my lungs.
A chill in the air burns me to my core.
The lights weld lines into retina flawlessly.
The silence is so loud that I'd fear I'd go deaf; if not for the constant 'beep' 'beep' 'beep' that seems to distance themselves farther from eachother every few minutes.
You don't have much time, and I KNOW that.
Yet I can not help but convince myself you will come back home with me.
My throat has become a barren wasteland where agonizing cries go to die before they ever reach the surface.
Much like you, their lives slipped away before they even truly began, before they had finished what they needed to do, what they started.
I hold your hand and weep for I know this may be my last chance to ever feel your warmth on my skin.
Your smile is dim but still as blinding as i remember.
Your memory is all I will soon have left, and I will treasure it dearly.
You will soon leave this place.
I yearn for it to be in my embrace, yet alas, that will never be possible.
If only in a dream, my love.
I would carry you out of this place.
The time is slipping away faster than expected.
You notice my silence, my grieving.
You pull me close, that smile on your face.
In that assured tone you use when you are certain of something
You whispered, 'I'll see you tonight.'
'Of course, my love.', I reply. Because I know.
I will see you again.
If only in a dream.
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My Poems
PuisiMy poem app went to hell so I'm posting all my works here from now on. They are a mix of types and a lot are sad.
