When Your Heart No Longer Beats

(Published in Wingless Dreamer’s “Field of Black Roses Anthology)

I know one day you will take your last breath

Leave me and grasp the cold hand of death

I want you to touch me as you pass on

Leave your fingers’ impress after you’ve gone

Pillows behind you

Quilt on your lap

I’ll stroke your head gently

Pretend it’s a nap

Your head will nod slowly as if you agree

I cannot survive this—it should have been me

To go first.

I should have been first.

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