i never thought that i would have to see you in this way.
when i walked into the room, it broke my heart to see
you lying there covered in white, surrounded by so many
friends, family, and electrical devices.
they served a purpose to the staff
but they didn't help you, couldn't help you anymore.
i could smell antibacterial soap and sanitizer
it burned my nose and my brain
i will never forget it.
you were so thin, i was afraid that with each breath
you struggled to take, you wouldn't have the strength
to take another.
it was bittersweet to see you one last time
to have you look at me
recognize me
talk to me with your eyes
and give my heart what it needed
to hear you tell me you love me one more time
even as you struggled to breathe.
i know it took so much to fill your lungs
that strength and those words
i will forever cherish
until i take my last breath
close my eyes forever
and walk into your loving, and welcoming embrace.
i hold your words and memories in
my heart forever. i will never forget.
About the Creator
Claude Rushia
A woman who chooses to make a difference in any way possible. I am a wife, a dog mom, a sister, an aunt, an individual. I seek to thoroughly enjoy the life that I am living and look to give others a different perspective with my words.
Keep reading
More stories from Claude Rushia and writers in Poets and other communities.
It's Familiar
Knock! Knock! Knock! There was an urgent banging on the door that startled Zephyr whilst she was peacefully writing away in her personal journal. It’s a task that she had been performing since her own thirteenth birthday when her mother gave her a set of journals. These she would one day entrust to her own babe, the one that was rapidly growing inside her. They were entrusted to the female babes on their thirteenth birthdays. These tomes also imparted the wisdom of those that came before them and explained to the young lass everything she would need to know regarding “the change”. From the changes to her body, to the harnessing of her newly enabled powers, all was laid bare in those pages. So too were spells for the young witch. “What is it now?” she snapped. “You know I do not wish to be disturbed during my writing time!”, exclaimed Zephyr. A somewhat frantic voice responded from the other side of the door. “Milady, I understand and do apologize, but there’s something going on in the square and I do believe that you and the mister need to be prepared. Don’t you hear the bells?”. It was Humphrey, her husband Sebastian, the Governor’s footman. Zephyr paused to listen and gasped, “That was five bell tolls. Oh my! I really believed, well hoped, that things were changing for the better around here.” Zephyr shook her head and asked Humphrey if she knew where the Sebastian was. Humphrey replied, “I’m afraid madam, that the Governor has locked himself away in his office.”
By Claude Rushia 4 years ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.