LAST GLIMPSE

About death, about life...

LAST GLIMPSE

By: JB Murray © feb 2010

 

God I have forgotten how beautiful she is

I’ve forgotten how she simply radiates

With all life around her

I’m staring up

The sun is playing games with the clouds

I get a brief blanket of warmth on my face

Before amber glow hides again

So cold while she’s hiding

A breeze now

Sudden

Short

Too cooling and I feel it across my dry, cracked lips

But my mouth won’t open

And I cannot inhale those sweet tastes of early spring

She is still there

So beautiful

She is crying

I could have been a better man

I could have been a better lover

How we forget

Take for granted

All those things that make us human

All those things that make us alive

I can sense it before it comes

Like a smell on the wind

But there is no wind

No smell

But it is here anyway

The soft, slow drizzle of the rain

Delicately falling on my face

Rolling off my eyes and down my cheeks

Like so many tears

In my mind I shiver

Even my arms wrapped across my chest

Like some lovers embrace

Cannot keep we warm

And then she turns to go

Once last glimpse

And I beg her from so very far away to please, please just stay

Just a while longer

The sound of metal, digging, harsh and grating

And then the dirt falls all around me

And in this new bed I lay, sleep…