At your right,
I sat
with you, near you
feeling your presence, your pain
Labored breath fell to
Slow, uneven gasps
barely audible
Abrupt silence
Instinctively
I moved.
At your left –
Touch you, your face
Comforting you
at your end.
Your chest heaved
Fitfully
Under me, my touch
Draw to you.
My cheek
Against yours
Sharing
Your last breath
(Raymond A. Foss)
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