Midnight Orchids

Hushed words in between tangled last moments,
Rushing yet motionless
Lips brush against cooling skin, holding on to life
Reassurances of love…always
Hope gives way to yielding
Letting go
Never ready

Eyes drown in deep pools of longing, staring at life.
A voice becomes a gurgling, rattling
Eyes lock in
Holding on to the beloved
Slowly turning black
Staring into a distance
Only she can see
Beyond me

And then a silence
That will never be filled again
A voice becomes a memory
Later forgotten by many
I hear her still

04 May 2025

I miss my Mother xxx