Seven past seven
That crisp summers morning
My world fell apart.
My door burst open
With such urgency and I knew.
I knew that your time had come.
I remember everything about that day
Mis-matched clothes, thrown on so fast.
Getting stuck behind that slow ******* driver.
We'd never done the journey so quickly
And who cared that it was a thirty? Not us.
We flew to you that day, but it felt like a lifetime.
We left the car abandoned, my Mother and I,
Rushing through reception, with an urgency
So strong, it still brings tears to my eyes.
Down the corridors, the corridors that were tilted today.
Dizzy, so dizzy. This couldn't happen now, not ever.
Into the room they called 'yours'.
There you were. A sunken shadow
Of your former, loving self.
Gaunt and dying you laid there, and we held you.
I'll never know if we were too late that day.
They say you have seven minutes until the brain shuts down.
And the hearing would be the last to go.
I lost count how many times I told you I loved you
As you slipped away into a permanent unconsciousness.
Gone, forever.
Words fail me.
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 1:00 PM UTC
Seven past seven
That crisp summers morning
My world fell apart.
My door burst open
With such urgency and I knew.
I knew that your time had come.
I remember everything about that day
Mis-matched clothes, thrown on so fast.
Getting stuck behind that slow ******* driver.
We'd never done the journey so quickly
And who cared that it was a thirty? Not us.
We flew to you that day, but it felt like a lifetime.
We left the car abandoned, my Mother and I,
Rushing through reception, with an urgency
So strong, it still brings tears to my eyes.
Down the corridors, the corridors that were tilted today.
Dizzy, so dizzy. This couldn't happen now, not ever.
Into the room they called 'yours'.
There you were. A sunken shadow
Of your former, loving self.
Gaunt and dying you laid there, and we held you.
I'll never know if we were too late that day.
They say you have seven minutes until the brain shuts down.
And the hearing would be the last to go.
I lost count how many times I told you I loved you
As you slipped away into a permanent unconsciousness.
Gone, forever.
Words fail me.
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