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I wrote this seven years ago following my mother's death from emphysema. The verses are all jumbled due to limited space, and I do NOT claim this is a great work of art, having no formal training in writing poetry. It simply represents my thoughts on the loss of relationship both wonderful and terrible.

Last Whispers

Flowers - she smelled of withered flowers and fresh disinfectants
yellow, slackened skin against crisp, white sheets
wide-eyed as a crucified martyr

Whispers - she whispered in short bursts, breath stolen by cigarettes
suicide on the installment plan
last payment now due in full

Morning - I said I’d return in the morning with your makeup
your eyes distant, fixed on old ceiling tiles
you are leaving me and we both know it

Whispers - the doctor lowers his voice to report the latest news
but we both know there’s nothing left to do
except for me to love what’s left of you

Death - is the journey we all must take
alone
in the common abyss of all mortals
whispers the hopes of forevermore

Faith - is believing in something even when
unseen
I believe love survives death’s partition
we will meet in heaven, whisper our love again