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One last time
Date: 2/10/2015, Categories: Love Poems, Author: JWren, Rating: , Source: LushStories
By your bed, I stand and stare, wondering if you’re aware. In my hands I hold a card, buying it had been so hard. Beneath your eyelids I see pulses, then awakening, fluttering lashes. You blink: one, two, three and now I know you see me. Your tongue pokes and licks along cracked, dried lips. You gaze up into my face a tiny smile now in place. A dry cough, then you speak a soft, sweet voice but oh so weak. Come here, come close, you sigh and pat the bed next to where you lie. I stoop to kiss your damp brow, and that must suffice for now. I clasp your cool hand between my two and perch close to you. The card I’ve placed atop the duvet February sixth is your birthday. You smile a thank you. What else can you do? You cannot hug or squeeze, you cannot do what you please. You lay there, wasting away fading day by day. A second card I have bought and with it I have but one thought: Please, my darling, fight on until seven more days have gone. Then will dawn the month’s fourteenth day, and here I’ll be to gratefully say: Though it be for the last time, You will always be My Valentine.
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