Poetry

Too

I breathe deep and it's cloying,

Sickly sweet and thick

The rush of ragged breathing and

I think I might be sick...

I see those mottled colors

Stretched across your skin,

The swelling of your body

And your hollowed form so thin.

I miss those laughing moments

Learning all those ways you tick

The tears of mirth are changing and

I refuse, I won't be sick!

Your time is coming closer,

All the signs are there

And do you know it's me

Who now performs this final care?

My tears are falling faster

I can't hide them, no I won't!

My strength is all I have

To hold me through so don't-

Don't worry for the future

What's beyond this veil of life

Don't worry for the ones you leave

We're strong and we'll survive.

Our grief will choke us, surely,

You're worth every tear we'll cry

Each ragged gasp of air will be

Our loss expelled with sighs.

And finally when time has passed

We'll grieve no more for you

We'll laugh again with fondness

Remembering the things you do.

These are the things I think of

As I wash the stench away

Hold it back until tomorrow if

Until tomorrow you'll stay.

The sickness coils strong and grips

My heart and lungs so tight

I push it back and smile,

I know you need the sight.

I'm nothing in these moments,

They are everything for you

I hope I've brought you comfort,

You've brought me comfort, too.