June 24, 2011

The room is an eternity of hush.
Time is suspended.
The half-drawn gray blind
Filters out the intensity of life.
In the room, we move and talk quietly,
While you lay peacefully
Attached by hoses to your retinue of machines.
Occasionally in the hall,
Everyday voices laugh and live.
Once when I stood near the elevator,
A man barged through a door swearing.
Usually though, there are
Endless hours of breathing.
All of us breathing;
You included.
The love you have always given,
Swirls and dances gently around us.
We gather strength from our memories
Of who you were,
Who you are,
And who you are becoming,
We breathe with you.
Waiting for you to leave us.