You had travelled so far, but I couldn’t wait, <br />to share doubts, in my last conscious hour. <br />Such grief is my gift to the man that I love <br />I am certain to weep within every shower. <br /> <br />Have you been to see him, I cannot bear look. <br />I left him to dangle and writhe in sorrow <br />And you my dear friend, have to fill in-between, <br />The love he knew well and what joy he can borrow. <br /> <br />Should I have tethered him to my breast, inhaled <br />his whole being, - fused with my final breath <br />Sunk us both, in a sea of colourless Morphine, <br />(oops nurse, spilt my meds, just leave me the rest.) <br /> <br />Remember our teens - wild shrieks - tapping feet <br />baby steps in tight skirts – pointed harlequin shoes. <br />How a love nudged apart two giggling Gerties, <br />and signposts got lost for paths there to choose. <br /> <br />The wanting was there, I could read his signs. <br />I knew too how gladly he’d lay by my side. <br />Content to pass each lethal dose between lips, <br />that shrunk to form horror the day that I died. <br /> <br />Will you see him again before you leave? <br />Shake my scent through the weave of his pillow, <br />I am golden with moments of love that he gave, <br />And the next time we meet will remind him so. <br /> <br />copyright ©Roan May 2009<br /><br />Ann Beard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-friend-28/
