Originally Posted by 5678...procrastinate
I wrote this after my first wife died. It was a part of my trying to make sense of what had happened. She had peace, and she was gone. My 'hell' had just begun.
I kiss your mouth
your lips for the last time.
I give you breath you can't use
and so reclaim it
with the remnants of your last.
I leave the room
and return to find you haven't moved.
Lower the lids.
Love you to death.
This is real sad too procrast.......sorry to hear it. And it's a haunting verse.
I think you ended on a negative again.