Twilights Embrace
In the quiet hours of twilights embrace, I stand at your bedside,
My heart breaking space.
Your once vibrant eyes, dimmed be the years,
Tells stories of struggles; of triumphs and tears.
The weight of your frailty rests on my chest,
A burden I carry, a love put to the test.
Each labored breath you take, a whispering plea,
As if asking the universe to set you free.
I traced the lines etched on your weathered skin,
Each wrinkle a map of the world you lived in.
The memories we’ve shared, like flimsy glass,
Threatening to shatter, lost in the past.
The smell of antiseptic lingers in the air,
A sterile reminder of our anguish, our despair.
I watch as you slip away, piece by piece,
And wonder how love can hurt, but never cease.
The nights are hardest-the silence profound,
As we listen for sounds, but barely a sound.
The grandfather clock mocks our finite time,
And I grapple with grief, an unwelcome rhyme.
I’ve become a sentinel of your decline,
Navigating uncharted waters, seeking a sign.
For love is not measured in days or years,
But in the heartache of a goodbye, in unshed tears.
So here I stand, a witness to the fight,
Caught between loves duty, and the fading light.
And though the pain runs deep, I’ll hold your hand,
For in the sacred struggle we both understand.
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