I remember those
last three days
of our times together
I knew you were slipping away. . .
Your breathing became shallow.
“How could you
leave me?” I asked.
I said that I would be OK.
I had NO idea how hard it would be.
You had fought the battles of life. . .
In Vietnam, at work, against cancer.
You ran the race of life
I would not want you to stay,
when you could be strong again.
I love you! My heart is breaking!