At the Last Minute

The skin waxes.
The breath wanes.

You have just left the room.

We stare coldly
at yellowing paint.


The six inch stretch
to hold a hand
a distance too far.

A quietened nurse offers tea.

Words are useless.


One thought on “At the Last Minute

  1. Feel this poem immensely! I have been in that place, the strangest moment of life – surreal and unforgettable. Very powerful Brian, and exquisitely written. For anyone who has experienced this, they will surely identify with your words.

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