07/25/2007

She was not herself, vulnerable like she had never allowed herself to be.

A tube breathing for her, in and out;

the sound still vibrates tears and haunts daylight.

Broken and swollen, eyes somewhere, nowhere near.

Desperate to let go, desperate to stay, caught in a middle of where she came,

and where she may go.

It's a day to remain, to the shadows of angels, life never to be the same.

A body, but not a person,

A mother, but not a human,

A soul, but not a spirit.

I will never forget the moment we decided, my last whispered words:

We did everything we could,

I know we held on too long,

and for that I'm sorry,

but now you're gonna get a really good high.

I love you mom.

And with a nod at the nurse, and an injection of morphine,

She was gone from there, and also now forever here.