He lay on his bed dying.
She sat next to it, crying.
There were no words to fill the hole.
There were no ways to cheer the soul.
Their eyes met full of pain.
Was there no way to stop death's train?
Both knew the time had come
When his knot to life would come undone.
She reached for his hand and held it tight.
Her grip said what her tongue could not.
I'll love you forever
You'll not be forgot.
And his hand said, I'm going ahead.
And I'm reserving for us a double bed!
Jean Roetter
5/15/03