Holding your hand
You are shaking and I am afraid
That this will be your last day
As I know you
Your tombstone, I threaten,
Will read, not "Done,"
But it will read, "I'll be back."
I've always known that death would come to me
And I was lonely in this understanding
But you let me understand that
I had a friend, a love, a cosmic companion,
Yet here you are
Shaking
Eyes blank
Skin cold
Breath amiss and leaving
Shutting down
Dying,
All of my power to hold and grasp and keep you
Is futile
You are slowly dying and I miss you
Even before you pass,
Enough!
You've returned
And you are as opinionated as ever,
My cosmic companion has returned,
Not interested in another body
You push this one along a little longer,
It's not darkness, nor is it light,
It's the wool over my eyes
And I like it
That I am able to spend one more day, hour, minute and second
With you,
I know I will die too
And I used to hope that I went before you
Or that we went at the same time --
Someone else's mess to clean up
But know now that I want to be there
To cuddle you and help send you
Away with peace
When your time comes,
I will watch you and my heart will
Beat anticipating you
Leaving this world
And how much you have shared with me,
This allows us to live!
You are alive right now in the next room
I will kiss you once more before
I go to work.
20190710
Photo: Port Norfolk Beach
I just want to confirm-you have written all of the poems you have been posting?
Yes. I've been writing since 1986
https://ogfomk.blogspot.com/p/write.html
Very interesting! I'm glad you're here. Thanks for the link. Now I'll do some exploring.
I have a code where I put "SP" for stacker post. http://bcsuc4yeaj4db2akeomjy3oso7r4zhd3zie7jgj23bgqv6bpfjzy2ayd.onion/tag/sp/
So each time I should put the work there and with the SP code. I'm moving from one site to another.
Thank you for your courage.
And thanks for asking. Nothing pisses me of more than someone giving away someone else's work or plagiarism.
The Circular Proof is here: http://bcsuc4yeaj4db2akeomjy3oso7r4zhd3zie7jgj23bgqv6bpfjzy2ayd.onion/ as I am stating that these are featured in Stacker News.
This poem resonates with the raw, sometimes helpless feeling that comes with loving someone facing serious, maybe even life-threatening circumstances.
I took my wife to a doctor's office to support her for a procedure. It took longer than it was supposed to and after the doctor still was unable to do the job they released her. My wife was in pain and they said, "You can go."
Out front of the doctor office my wife said that she needed to sit down. So we sat on a bench together and her eyes went blank. A lady nearby was helping her mother into a car and she noticed what was happening and she ran over to us. My wife was sitting up and just staring with no emotion. I thought she was dying.
We had been together at this time about 15 years so I knew when she was being dramatic, in pain or just disoriented. This was different.
She was like this for minutes and then she regained awareness. We went to the doctor's office where she was released and they had no compassion or explanation. They just said that my wife was weak. After their inadequate advice we went to the emergency room that was at the hospital located adjacent to the doctor's office.
Of course there we had to wait but at least they gave her a place to lay down. In about 15 minutes my wife said, "Let's go home. I'm fine." We left.
It was a frightening experience for me. My wife was in shock. She had undergone so much pain from the procedure done by an inexperienced and careless OBGYN, male, doctor that her mind had shutdown. After this incident we changed doctors and she found a very good female one who was experienced and kind.
The original OBGYN doctor was part of the Fiat funded university mill of doctors who know nothing, are not kind and want to cover their tracks for the fear of not losing a practice but losing a job. The office wanted her out as soon as possible to mitigate any liability. I didn't understand this at the time but upon reflection this is what was happening.
I asked my wife if I could go kick the doctors ass around and she thanked me for the offer but said, "no.,"