I think about his lips pressed against mine,
How our fingers would feel deeply entwined
And then my heart rings like a hollow bell
And it’s full of feelings I try to quell.
For they are too painful to truly feel.
If I let them out I will never heal.
I sit and knit and watch TV
But I’m really remembering how it used to be
With him at my side
Till the day he died.
I picture him lying in a hospital bed
Twitching and turning and shaking his head.
The monitors glowing and beeping,
Me in a chair, knitting and weeping.
The swish of the curtain as the doctor comes in
I’m tired of the look on his face that’s so grim.
There is nothing to do but wait and watch
As the one I Iove succumbs to death notch by notch.