Shaky hands and an unsteady heart,
My mind jumps back and forth back and forth.
Fingers combing through knotted hair,
And body bags form under my eyes,
Ready to catch the fallen.

Cracked lips and thinning hair.
You get the shivers every four minutes,
You know because you check the clock constantly.
Waiting for the moment when your organs decide to finally fail you.

I had never seen you cry before,
And the funny thing is, you didn't cry because your life was coming to an end,
You cried because you were so heart broken to leave your loved ones behind.

A love so pure that on Easter you had us gather around you so you could give us our assignments on how to take care of one other once you were gone.
But it was her you were most worried about.
The woman you shared 50 beautiful years with.
The woman you should have shared 50 more with.

Cotton sheets and rickety breaths,
Pure terror fills your eyes and I can't bear to watch.
Skin and bones.
A rib cage that rises and falls,
But with far too many seconds in between.

A blue screen illuminating the room.
Tonight is the night, we already know.
So when I hear the faint knock on my door,
It's certain;
There aren't any more breaths left,
and these body bags must collect the fallen now.