I did not hear you breathing last night . . . .


I missed it like so much music silenced,

Even the dissonant sounds of snoring,

That too I would have gladly endured

Had you been near to be lightly touched,

The brush of your hair upon my shoulder

Missing as were the gibberish murmurings

From your mouth in the hours before dawn

Death having whisked you quickly away

Left me abed alone in the night wishing

All my complaints about you returned

A so many happy blessings. . . .


I missed the sparkle of your smile,

The gleam in your eyes upon awakening.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

An imagined event created from the whole cloth of imagination.

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Thanks to you all for your compliments.


Cascade's picture

Stephen,..this is beautiful!

Stephen,..this is beautiful!

Wordman's picture

Glad this was just

Glad this was just imagination on your part, this portrait of loss runs deep, and reflects the truth felt by so many of us. Great write.

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This is tragically beautiful.

This is tragically beautiful. We have a way of angelifying people upon their death, but we also have a way of villifying innocuous parts of them, even in the most subtle ways, in life. It's a truly valuable thing to understand, as best as possible, while there's still time. Thanks for contributing to that.