Friday, October 24, 2025

Last Breath

 

                                                                                                    © Susan Marie, Cayuga Lake, Finger Lakes 

 

 

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what were you thinking
motionless,
your last 
breath 
coming 
soon, 
like the ebb and flow 
of the tide 

and you, lying there 
the only thing keeping you 
here, with us, 
for now, 
your breath -
do you remember when I leaned over 
whispered in your ear
oh, so softly,
to let go 
that it's okay 

what were you thinking 
in the bed
wide eyed 
staring at me 
like you didn't know
did you -
that this would be it 
that you were dying 
that the words i whispered in your ear 
were to be the last 
on this earth 

a single tear, i saw
rolled, ever so slowly, 
out of the corner 
of your left eye, 
down your cheek 
onto the pillow 
and it spoke volumes 
you were unable to 

i think then you realized 
this wasn't just another visit 
i think then you knew 
you knew -
did you know though 
what was coming 

did you feel me by your bedside
warming your cold hands
straightening the bed sheets 
making sure you were comfortable 

did you feel me there
with your eyes closed 
breathing,
last breaths, 
my hand on your heart 
beating ever so fast 

until it didn't 

my heart broke then 
into shards of glass 
piercing my insides 
for with you 
left half of me 
and now 
i don't know who i am 

i hope it was painless 
i hope it was serene 
i hope you are free 
from the shackles of being human 

i wanted to grab you out of the bed
and run away from that place 
wishing i had powers of the ancients 
to bring you back
to change things 
to somehow 
make you well 
 
wishing anything 
but that horrid, black day
burned into my frontal lobes 
forever, 
blinding my sight, 
momentarily

i hope you can see me now 
and you are proud 
of who i've grown 
to become 
recalling that day
tears flowing from my eyes 
my chest, 
tight, 
words stuck 
in my throat,
struggling to be free,
like a thousand thrushes 
trapped -
causing my voice 
to crack 
and break 

under the weight 
of the legacy 
you left 


© Susan Marie 2025 
Dedicated to my Mother, Mary Ann