Poetry from the Heart
Give the gift of love and friendship
There is only tonight, after the
when I sit in the gloom, energy spent,
thoughts drift away; I can't see your eyes,
the bleeps: a sound, louder than sighs.
The room so dark, as hospital's chill
to the trauma from a misguided will.
I've guilt on my mind; I meant to do more.
No answer is right but who can be sure?
I fondle, I cherish your favourite gold chain,
already so sad you'll never wear it again.
Come morning's first light as you slip away.
Darling, I'm down, dreading the day.
Cleveland W. Gibson