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"NEED"
By Helen
Charlotte Hill
Last night I came to
you
In a dream.
Time had rolled back
And you were dying - but
alive.
The crisp sheets which half covered
you
Were bright white
And your torso was tanned in
contrast,
A mass of dark hair across your
chest.
Your face was gaunt,
Enhancing your perfect bone
structure,
Your eyes were bigger and darker than
ever
And your teeth shone as white as the
sheets.
I laid a hand on your
chest,
Above your heart,
And asked you how you
felt.
Your huge beautiful eyes looked up at
me
But you did not speak.
Your breath wheezed in your
lungs.
I squeezed your
shoulder...
Your body was cool, clammy, so
thin.
Then I lay my head on your
chest,
Kissed your cool skin,
And cried upon it.
Your long slim fingers tightly
gripped
My arm and my other wrist
-
Your strong grasp
Said more than your words ever
could.
Acceptance of my love,
Knowledge of my pain, strength to
carry on,
Flowed through your
touch.
Thank you for your
understanding,
Thank you, for letting me say
goodbye.
Portrait and poem copyright
Helen Charlotte Hill
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