Till Death Do Us Part

A thread of a breath

That gurgling cough

Eyes flutter open

Brows furrow

Against what might be pain

What might be vomit

Your name is now

“It won’t be long”

Your hands search for another

Desperate for contact

With life

A reflex, they think

Not an instinct you feel

Your voice is gone

As silent as the night

Death, himself,

Comes swiftly,

They say

Death, himself,

Is not picky,

They say

Death, himself,

Cannot be stopped,

They say

But you still wait

In the darkness

As shreds of time

Pass us both by

Again and again

Death, it seems,

Is more cruel than you thought

Death, it seems,

Laughs in your face

Death, it seems,

Will never be the end

It doesn’t matter

That you are hurting

It doesn’t matter

That you are crying

It doesn’t matter

That you want to be free

By day it is called

Sickness, disease

By night, it goes by

Suffering

Dying, that is

The state in between

Living and death

There is no turning back

There are no excuses

There is no faster way out

But I will be here

To count your breaths

I will be here

To clean your body

I will be here

To hold your hand

In the darkest of night

When there is only pain

I will be here

To make the pain less

I will be here

To sing you to sleep

I will be here

When your family just can’t

I will be here

When you are face-to-face

With death, himself

I will be here

To catch your vomit and pee

I will be here

To watch the sunrise with you

I will be here

I will be your nurse

I will be here

Till death do us part

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