when a love one has died
Seconds ticks, like eternity;
Why is this doctor so sad?
I see his lips moving, those words are foreign to me.
I don’t understand.
Why is the air so tense around me?
Why is it gripping my heart so tight?
What are those words that are haunting me; spinning the room around like a top?
Why are those words chasing me through time, moments that have already passed?
As I take a deep breath, to confront those words once again, trying to get a meaning, an understanding, what the doctor is saying.
As I hold my head in my hand, to concentrate as the doctor says these words once again;
“I’m sorry but your love one has died.”
By, JT Crossroads,
Every journey begins with a first step or the turn of a page.