Four days
after I
begged her
to chose life,
cried
as her breaths
grew fainter
and farther apart
across the ether,
I walked you
into your
last room.
Your breath,
labored
and unsteady,
your body,
weak
with ceaseless pain,
still
you found joy
in the journey,
pressed your head
against my shoulder,
stared
through the fog
to the water
below.
Tonight,
the house is silent.
Neither of you
here
to comfort me
as I grieve.
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