What do you hear
when you sit in a dark room
alone?
I hear a voice
whispering ever so softly.
I hear the stars
and the world going on
without me in endless mindlessness.
I hear you.
I hear your heart beating,
and your breathing.
I hear my tears.
I hear a solemn note pang
in the distance.
I don’t know how I hear it
I just do.
When I hear others passing by
I cringe,
knowing that it could have been me.
When you sit alone
in the dark,
what do you see?
I see flowers
and I hear them hum.
I see the sky
with its expansive vastness.
I see the snow falling
ever so softly
through the air.
I see it
and feel its momentary coldness.
I see you smiling at me.
I see your love for me
because of the way
I see you treating me.
I know you are there.
Now,
what do you feel
when you are alone
in the dark?
I feel your arms
holding me tight.
I feel your hand
holding mine.
I feel the sorrow
which I so plainly put myself into
without a second thought.
I feel tears
running down my face
and your hands
wiping them all away.
I feel the wind
softly brushing my hair.
I feel my heartbeat
and hear my shallow breath
as I take it
as my last
with you so closely by my side.
I see you near me
and feel you
holding my hand
as you watch me
take my last breath
and know.
I will never come back.
I feel your tears
drop onto my arm
as you rest your head nearby.
I feel your pain of the present,
as you know I shall never come back
to comfort
or care for you again.
Lastly,
I feel my heart
slowly halt
and all of what I called my life
comes to a halt
in the flicker of an eye.
As I see my last,
I see you.
As I hear my last,
I hear you crying
and your shallow breathing.
As I feel my last,
I feel your hand on my shoulder,
your hot tears on my face,
your shuddering breath.
As I breathe my last,
I feel your lips
ever so softly
caress mine.
As I take my last breath,
I leave it with you.
