and then out of my hearing. Wrenching. He’s alone
on this journey, I can’t even share a whisper.
Can’t touch his hand as they cut and laser, decide
his future, mine.
I meant it when I told him, “I’ll never leave you”.
I face the facts I will, or you will leave me when
we are most frightened, most alone. I walk by his
side in joy, in love, but what has been revealed
is he’s alone and so am I.
8 comments:
Touching poem and wonderfully written.
I'm glad your alone time and Bill's was brief, and your back moving along as a team again, Judy.
Your poem touched my heart Judy. That one word 'wrenching' made me gasp. penny
Yes, Judy, there are certain journeys that are solo journeys. One definitely has to come to terms with that.
It's a moving poem, and confronts deep truth.
I am experiencing something similar right now, but for all that the together times are worth it.
I like how you've expressed this profound moment.
I gave you one of my weekly Goddess Awards for your sidebar if you like.
~ Elise
This is so true of those scary times Judy, no matter how much we think we can be there with a person. One of life's reminders I think.
Powerful poem, Judy…we are alone, each of us.
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