In silence she sits,
gazing at the glass of water shimmering on his bedside table,
deep down knowing she must do it -
but also knowing she'll never be able.

Lay there,
plastic tubes fused to his veins,
his beating heart exposed bare -
and yet the Doctors say his brain is
DEAD,
and yet, breathing, he lives
outstretched before her on the hospital bed.

They never had kids,
she was always unable to conceive -
and yet night,
after night,
he always gave it,
and she always tried to receive.

All he wanted was to be a father -
because of her
he never got the chance to care,
to rear a child of his own;
provide a loving heart,
and a warm and safe home.

[I'm so sorry]

And at 17:01,
with the machine monitor
covered with a single white cloth,
she bends over her late husband,
with a shaking hand,
she switches the life support off.

17:35

She sits
and cries
a lonely woman,
already grieving and telling herself lies.

[Don't be -]
[sorry]

Whispers in the wind.

AJ