The Last Time

February 15, 2022

She leans in and kisses his lips
It’s the last time she’ll see him like this
So strong and brave to the grave
It’s the last time she’ll see him this way

She puts a note in his coat
His condition worsens
Pale skin, debilitated, he’s ventilated

All alone she waits and cries
Until the call that changes it all
He takes his last breath
With the note laying on his chest

Meeting you was the best
I never had any regrets
Only that it was you and me
Instead of a family of three

Forever you are my love
One day I’ll join you up above

She falls to her knees and begins to weep
Not knowing what will be

One this is for sure
As she sits on the floor
He’ll never know about the child to be bore

From heaven above
He’ll watch and guide
As his little one lives and thrives

This poem was written during the COVID pandemic and focuses on how I think people felt during that time.
Image by NoName_13 from Pixabay

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