I sit next to you,
And watch the rise and fall of your chest,
Your scent lingers in the air still,
Eyes closed in peaceful slumber.
I touch your face,
It burns,
I hold your hand,
Lifeless.
Your breath grows laboured,
Your skin pale,
Your hair lifeless,
Your spirit dwindling.
I hear the last heartbeat,
Your pulse vanished,
Your fiery spirit,
A mere memory.
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