The room was still, time suspended,
as I stood beside you,
your breath a fragile thread,
each rise and fall a countdown.
I watched, helpless,
as the moments stretched,
the space between us filled
with the weight of impending loss.
Your eyes, once so bright,
were dimming,
your hand, once so strong,
grew cold in mine.
I wanted to hold on,
to pull you back from the edge,
but I felt the inevitability,
the quiet surrender of your body.
And then it came,
a final exhale,
a gentle release,
and the room was filled with silence.
Your chest lay still,
the breath of life departed,
and I stood there, suspended,
in the aftermath of your passing.
The world outside carried on,
oblivious to my grief,
while inside, my heart shattered,
a fracture that time cannot heal.
I remember the stillness,
the sudden absence,
the way the air felt heavy,
the way the light seemed dimmer.
You slipped away,
leaving me with memories,
with the echo of your voice,
the imprint of your love.
In that moment, I saw the end,
felt the finality of goodbye,
and I was left standing,
a witness to your last breath.
Sip papa
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Whispers of the heart
PoetryMay these poems serve as companions on your own journey, offering glimpses of light in the darkest of nights, and reminding you that even in the depths of despair, there is always hope. For in the poetry of life, we find solace, understanding, and t...
