Morphine (Little Winter Flower)

We gather around your bed

As you lie there

Like we have for weeks,

Like you have for years

Watching you

Lie Lifelessly,

But still Alive

Simple sounds

I know what you mean

I know you want to go

I know why

Another Bolus gets you one step closer

To Peace,

To a World Free of Pain,

Free of this Torture,

Free-

But Free of Me

I hold your hand

As you take your last breathe.

I feel you squeeze tight

As you clench and grimace.

I sense your Life for one last time.

It doesn’t seem real

As I sit there,

Wishing for those weeks,

Those years,

Your voice,

Your touch,

Your sweet embrace

A little red flower buds and opens

In the dead of Winter

And reminds me

That you’re Free