Bedside flowers

I sit here and look at you sleeping.  
The doctor has spoken
and left us to be alone.
You awake and smile at me;
Without a word, 
we talk with our eyes 
in silence, for an hour. 

Two great writers, 
we have written at tale of love. 
A story to be read 
by every individual, 
in their own way.  
Together now,
we write the last scene. 

You Lay your hand out and 
I put mine in yours. 
I hold your hand, 
like you have held mine before;
Those restless nights  
you comforted me with sleep,
now I return the favor. 
With a settling breath you drift away. 

It seems life has decided  
I cannot follow you on this journey; 
Cruel but kind,  
it grants us a meeting place. 
It is where long conversations took place 
on dark nights;
I hear our voices laden with tiredness and tea. 
I squeeze your hand, 
before I say goodnight. 

Author's Note

One of my more direct poems.

Reviews

[MADAM]

The last few lines I love^^) a good write! I felt his pain and mild peace of him knowing what was going to happen... Sad indeed:( but poems don't have to be happy, and this one does a good job of letting us feel his sadness, but not in an overwhelming manner. Very nice job:3

[Tess Nicholls]

A beautiful poem Shane. 'Voices laden with tiredness and tea,' I wish I'd written that. Thanks for sharing!

[Karmel]

I dont know very much about poetry, I've come to the conclusion that, due to my lack of understanding surrounding its composition, creative pace etc, I either like a poem or I don't.

I really like this piece, it reminded me instantly of my Grandfather passing away in the hospital three years ago as I held his hand.

'I hear our voices laden with tiredness and tea.
I squeeze your hand,
before I say goodnight.' - This really hit me; the straw that broke the camels back, as the saying goes, and after a few fallen tears I'm quite amazed with the potential power harboured by a poem, this one in particular. I really enjoyed reading and rereading it.

[Einstein Noodle]

your poem has opened a wound (not a bad thing to be in touch with pain of loss) so i thank you; this line is wonderful thinks i
"I hear our voices laden with tiredness and tea." ..cant really say why ... it just speaks to me in a special way..
peace and joy
E.

[Vidya Bacchus]

A very sad poem.How do you go on when half of yourself is gone?But go on you must .because losing a loved one is a reality we all face .You have penned this well:)

[paddy d daly]

a poem sad but with a sweet resignation, touching piece of work

[MsJewel]

Bittersweet and beautiful. You have touched my heart with this lovely poem.

:) Julie

[Baby Ricochet]

A bitter sweet poem. Good one Shane.................................

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad poem. I like the description of two people who shared a life. I like the way you ended the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent and emotional read.
Coyote