I was there when they came

There were no lights in the roomnapofeature3
to make him wince, the glow
from the hallway gave us light

We kept the heat on through
an unseasonable January warmth,
he didn’t like to be bound up in blankets

In the quiet still night he lifted his arm,
the right one he still could move,
the left at rest from the stroke

He pointed toward the wall
I asked what I could do,
perhaps another pill for the pain

He nodded, though not at me,
his lips in conversation, then his
arm moved slightly to the right

I was there when they came

His lips continued arm moving again,
once more with a final nod,
an acknowledgement ending their stay

With a sigh his arm dropped
he turned his head toward me,
eyes closed, finally he slept

I thanked them for coming
and attending his journey
I’m glad I was there when they came

He left me the next day while I was away
I wish I was there when he finally let go
but he didn’t want to hear our goodbyes

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Author’s Note:

NaPoWriMo Day 16. I’m a day late and will catch up tomorrow.

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