In the End

He watched her in her deepest sleep

And longed to lay beside her.

The coziness of the covers and plushness of the bed were all that he desired.

That and the softness of her creamy, white skin and the smell of her long, chestnut locks.

He put on his coat, his scarf, and gloves while his warmth the whipping, cold wind did mock.

He opened the door and braved the gusts as he prepared for his day.

The doctor was waiting and he'd soon return home, knowing not what he would say.

He feared the worst, that his cancer had spread.

How could he tell his great love that he soon could be dead?

He tried not to worry and thought of his wife, the bad and the good they endured.

He thought hopeful thoughts and prayed to God that whatever plagued him could be cured.

As he pulled to a stop, he saw behind him a truck that showed no signs of slowing.

He held his breath and saw all he loved and then a white light brightly glowing.

He gave in to the end and prayed to his God, his soul He must keep,

But not before he returned once more to watch her in her deepest sleep.