When a Minute Seems Like Eternity
as the fog of day lifts
memories break through
remembrance
of your pale face
almost matching
that gray gown
your wore haphazardly
the rasp of your voice
as you struggled
to speak through gasps
the countless seconds
that seemed eternal
between each beat
of your dying heart
the rise and fall
of your chest
in the last few draws
of breath
then the stillness
of death....
October 1, 2019
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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