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Freedom

twenty years together            
and not once met her mother            
she despised our love            
said we’d both go to hell            
           
we didn’t care            
she was my everything            
           
and I hers            
           
it was a Friday night            
the night before  
our anniversary            
           
she was on her way home            
there was a drunk driver            
he weaved his way searching          
for his victim            
           
he found her            
           
tubes came from every opening            
others were created            
           
kept alive only by electricity            
a wish she had expressed against    
in the past            
           
I met her mother that day            
           
she was the next of kin            
the one who could decide            
my love’s wishes            
           
twenty years together            
and I had no say            
for we were not married            
we were not allowed            
the law said so            
           
her mother’s own guilt            
kept those machines running            
I pleaded for months        
to let her go           
           
she stopped letting me see her            
another decision she was allowed to make            
now my love was alone            
I had to do something            
           
a week passed            
I studied the hospital            
it was busier in the day than the night            
no one would have time to notice a stranger            
           
I bought a nurse's uniform            
walked past her mother in the waiting room            
walked past the empty nurse's station            
walked into my love's room            
thanked her            
           
I thanked her for the life we had together            
for the memories she had given me            
the strength she had helped me find            
           
I kissed her forehead            
squeezed her hand            
           
unplugged her machines            
muted the alarms            
           
I walked out of the room            
past the empty nurse's station            
past her mother in the waiting room            
             
and into the freedom of knowing            
           
I had just freed my love.            
           
Written for the "Perfect Crime" competition
Written by raorrick (Rachel O.)
Published | Edited 13th Aug 2012
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