At the Crossroads

Fields of roses
Shouts of laughter
A smeary fingerprint
On printed wallpapers
They remind me of you
Whispered words of love
Tightened hands on arms
A light overhead
Misty morning kisses

Here you are lying
Still without a noise
Breathing through tubes
Inserted into your nose
No laughter on your lips
Just pressed together so pale
Your eyelashes against your cheeks
Without a flicker
You are still so still

The tubes will come out this morning
The doctor says I should stop mourning
You have been gone too long
You are starting to fade
But as the pump dies down
I once again hear the distant laughter
Feel the gentle butterfly kisses
On my wet cheeks
Goodbye my Love

“…the car was wrapped around the tree
Wondered how they got him free…”