Today is all we really have. We were strangers in our yesterdays. Tomorrow, an empty promise. But every minute of today is real. We can reach out and touch it, and know that as it passes, another is guaranteed.

Two weary hearts beating in unision. Battered. Bruised. Misery finding its company. In the pain we found pleasure. In the past, we found the present. Love may have not been the intention, but it was the result.

Forever isn't always long enough. A lifetime way too short. This is what I think as I watch you sleeping peacefully on the bed. A strong, sturdy body replaced by a skeletal frame. Where once I could feel muscle quiver as I stroked your body lightly with my fingertips; all that is left is bone and skin pulled taut around it. My fingers itch to dance across your body again. Slide smoothly, uninterrupted by IV lines and respirators. Somewhere far, where I could lay my head against your chest and hear your heart beating, away from the beep of a machine.

Time is a funny thing. It can drag on so that every minute feels like an hour, and every hour, a day. Your eyes open, slowly, as if the mere act of lifting your eyelids takes all the energy you can muster. Confusion clouds your eyes; you stare at me without comprehension. We are strangers once more.
Dry, chapped lips move soundlessly. Time moves too fast. Confusion fades into nothing. In the background, the machine's beep, endless.

Silently I lay beside you, your body still warm. Sliding my hand around your waist, I close my eyes and rest my head at the place where your heart used to beat.

Tomorrow never came for you my love, but we'll always have today.

"We are strangers once more." as confusing as that feels, a new day opens to new possibilities. This piece opens many layers to heart expression.

Oh my.....you have a True Talent, and a Gift of Insight ......


I'm so enjoying your writings......



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