We were battle scarred and knew the long struggle was about to end.
Simply put, you were dying, going to leave.
An acute awareness filled the air; the clock had run out!
Our time together was rapidly coming to an end.
The face of death made itself known to us at warped speed.
It had been lurking around for months ~ playing hide and seek ~
and was finally declaring itself the winner.
Wanting to claim its reward, death beckoned.
Embracing whatever time was left; you became focused and alert.
Your eyes cleared as they sought memories.
You found your voice, and spoke and wrote to those whom you loved.
In the dark of night, I felt you silently shed tears of loss and regret.
All I could offer was comfort and love.
Your transition had begun!
In numbness, I couldn’t wrap my mind around what was to come.
The finality of “it” - the loss of you – the loss of us loomed.
A wound was emerging that would seep into my heart
and into my being … it would change me forever.
I am here alone now, looking at your picture,
imagining being in your arms;
searching for signs of your presence.
Sadness permeates my heart, tears are wept,
and I long for you.
Our love affair here on earth has ended.
Life is a continuous spiral of events,
which offers each of us many
welcomed and unwelcomed lessons.
With that in mind, I now understand that
my own transition has begun!