Tuesday, February 25, 2014
my heart aches to keep you tethered to my side of the shore.
Do not go where I cannot yet follow.
I am not ready.
My breathing heaves in heavy sobs.
Plastic tubes and wires lash you to this world,
your body tenses against the artificial rhythms
You are ready and I must learn to be.
Your breath mechanically forced in
I can not change your destination,
cannot join you for the full journey.
I can only send you gently on your way.
We are ready.
I inhale memories,
to propel you
to the other shore.