her
she knows
the moment she enters the room
the nurses buzz
a hand rests on her shoulder
moving her away
she is filled with a numb grief
as the sheets are stripped
memories wadded into a ball
a moment suspended in time
margaret with her loving voice
margaret with her strength
margaret with her reassurance that things would get better
margaret with her husband long gone
margaret now gone
the tears fill the cracks in the void left behind
she will live on
a life lost
a life blooming inside of her now
she will be strong.
YOU ARE READING
wait; watty's 2016
Poesía❝i was broken❞ ❝we both were, my love❞ thank you so much for reading!
