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.
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