Sunday morning I rushed over to your house.
Let myself in hurry upstairs to your bedroom.
You lay there opened your eyes and smiled.
And I knew.
I came and lay beside you.
‘Come here let me hold you’
You struggled to turn onto your side to face me.
Strength you once had slowly ebbing away.
I held you gently stroking your hair.
‘ it’s okay I’ve got you.’
Breathing in the smell of your hair.
Closing my eyes capturing ‘this’
Knowing this was the last time we would ever lie together alone.
‘No I’m fine’ you whisper
I wish that were true.
Your window is open and the sound of the city drifts in to remind us that the world still turns.
I wish that it would stop.
Just give us a little more time.
To talk, laugh to just be us.
I’ve known for eighteen months
I’ve walked beside you on this journey.
Even though I know that it’s time
That your too tired to stay.
I wasn’t ready to let you go.
I know that you will always be around
That this isn’t the end.
This is the next part of your cosmic adventure
But as I held you as you left us
I felt the universe rip a hole in my heart