The Last Hour
A poem by Harley Cortez
Published in
Nov 17, 2020
Summoning the tears,
extracting them like a miner
for the riches she will collect and gather
in that other place
With only a few hours left I said
“I love you, be calm now, you can let go —
we will miss you, but we’ll be okay”
And a single tear fell from her right eye
down to her incapacitated face
And with the edge of my thumb
I grazed it off
And then I licked my thumb
To taste the salt
She was gone within an hour
And I was a mess
And it is all beautiful.
