Monthly Archives: July 2015

The Passing Time

It was that time 

Somewhere in the middle

Of blackest night 

And morning light

She sat quietly  

Remembering 

Paramedics 

Mica unit

Pump  

Breathe 

Zap 

Pump 

Breathe 

Zap 

His chest 

Rising 

Falling 

Hope 

Rising 

Falling 

Needles piercing his body 

Terror piercing her being 

Eventually it was time 

To gently removed the tubes 

Disconnect the monitor 

Call the Coroner 

She’d covered his cooling body 

With a thick burgundy blanket 

Lay beside him on the floor 

Held him 

One last time 

Whispered her loving goodbyes 

She stares at his empty wingback chair 

Honouring his dying time

They’d been together forty years 

And yet

The six years since his death  

Felt like a lifetime 

Tricia 14/07/2015