LOSS

LOSS
 
She had always loved
the twinkling lights
upon the tree.
 
Her eyes now
were still. Dry.
Mine dampened.
 
Peering into her
seeking the familiar joy,
I found only a fading spark.
 
Her tongue was parched.
Her lips cracked…
Mine quivered.
 
My cheeks glistened
as I failed
to hold back tears.
 
My throat tightened
as it choked
on swallowed salt.
 
Her courageous heart
was silent.
Mine pounded… longing to follow.
 
Gathered with grief,
I am alone…
Christmas, no longer a joy.
 
 
~~David

 
 

    
 

    
 
 
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