Dying with Him

author's note:
I want to die with my boots on.
DYING WITH HIM
Unable to believe a prayer could help
I suffered quietly with the man instead:
I matched my breath
with his ragged breath
and winced
whenever his eyelids crinkled in pain
yet I still felt so distant.
To entertain my impatience
I counted time as his blind hand
ticked against the sheet
and in that way
I fell into a timeless trance
until with a startle
our heart clunked clumsily
once...twice
then my breath and chest slumped
as his whole apparatus collapsed
with one relinquishing heave.
Suddenly a subtle brightness
intensified the room:
a nebulous glittery mist
hovered midair
only to dissolve in a blink--
too soon gone.
I nearly laughed:
what had seemed
so crushingly hard
had become in an instant
ridiculously easy.
In that moment, I realized
the old book spoke the truth--
we are indeed resurrected.
I suffered with him
until we suffered no more.
© 2018, Michael R. Patton
what I learned while alone: poetry ebook
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