Final Farewell

and then death came upon him under the cloak of the night three more breaths and silence an ending of suffering as a blessing to comfort the pain and demise the dashing man startling in his youth had been reduced to cachexia every last sip of water near torture a few crumbs of food an unwanted event the mouth of many a wisdom now quiet eyes closed in peace and tranquility when I have to go myself I wish for a quicker journey less prolonged agony fewer moments of ‘I am almost there’ his last words to me were there is Kai sitting in a corner and spreading peace and he now doubt overstated my presence life is precious and so is death a passing relief in a way an event with no before and no after so large is the trauma of being let go