I took her hand in the darkness
And we walked together.
She took my hand in the light,
And promised me, her forever.
Now a hand, a guide, a chance;
Something that we never had before.
The pain, sorrow, regret;
Words we need not no more.
My love and my life were in her hands,
And hers? So truly in my own.
An untold rumour of love,
And a place-a person-to call home.
Disaster was always lurking round the corner
At some point prepared to take us both.
I just failed to recognise, then,
That it was so, so close.
It hit her like a lightning bolt;
And clattered me like thunder;
Our life from then on, washed away with rain
Leaving me to wonder:
What is this life I call mine
Without my beating heart?
I often feared this day, of course
It was the day we must part.
Her hand so frail and fragile-
Clutched loosely in mine-
Her lips asking the indifferent doctor;
“How much time?”
And upon their response-
Not what I hoped it would be-
I apologise now for my actions,
Standing up to leave.
I felt my heart physically tear,
The day turning from dawn to dusk,
For I would’ve given you my last breath
Had you not taken yours first.