She sat and stared at him, so weak, afraid
of losing him now - without speaking out
about the years spent with feelings portrayed
as a dream - ’twas painful to think about.

Years spent - staring into his eyes, aware that
she was in his arms in his mind, dancing
choreography in their façade, flat
moments live to him… She remained acting.

There he lay, tubes jammed in all crevices,
his lungs given breath by machines, his heart
a controlled rhythm by metal menaces
that ****** his soul, stalled bittersweet depart.

Here, he breathed his last while holding her hand.
It troubled her, that this she could withstand.