The day it all stopped.
She looked at me
For the last time.
That day,
The Worst Day.
While lying still in that bed
With the white sheets
And the machines
And the tubes
And the beeping.
The Beeping.
It wouldn't stop.
It still echoes in my brain
And in my heart,
Where she left a big hole.
She ripped it out of me
And took it with her
But that's okay.
I don't mind.
It looks better
On her