Her Last Day In Bed - Kitchens Of Distinction

The look of death is in her eyes

Sunken dry glazed and calm

Unable to smile or frown

Softly she’s lying waiting to go

Like browning in the sun

Me?

I’m watching to see what happens

To her crisp useless flesh

«Oh darling» I say as she twitches away

«Tell me what’s it like?

Drifting into your unknown space

Tell me is there a bright light?

«Oh darling you promised to talk to me

Even after today

Keep me a seat at the drinking place

Between heaven and here.»

Me?

I’d want a shot in my arm

Or the stab of a heart attack

Something quick you see

She breathes her last

I hold her hand

Her skin’s suddenly yellow

I have no more questions

For she has no answers

I swallow her voice…