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Whisper soft I stroke your brow, I know that you are hurting, struggling to breathe; but now a vapor cloud of medication keeps you suspended in an opiate dream. I can't hug your body close to mine but I can hold your hand and mouth "I love you." I breathe in and out with you Don't go, my love. Please stay awhile. I read you some of my poetry and hum "Amazing Grace" into your ear. Oh, amazing grace, hold him tight. There are no words left for me to say. How do I show you the depth of my love or squeeze your hand any tighter? Will my broken heart ever mend? I know nothing can keep you here. If God has called you home, who am I to hold you back. I will hold on to you until your very last breath. Don't go yet, my love. Stay just a little bit longer. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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