‘In love with vital breath…’

No food, foam swabs of water on her lips, no words, no signs she knew I was there. The hospice nurse comes in the morning to assess. Work seemed invasive to where I felt I should be. I ended up there soon enough and spent the evening. Listening to her awkward breathing pattern, I often nodded off. I finally kissed her forehead, whispered sweet loves and bid her goodnight…she didn’t seem to hear.  

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