When we knew
there was so little time,
we didn't speak of it.
Instead,
you made a point to tell me
something.
Something,
to protect us
from all the
cracks in our disappearing world.
The cracks of paying bills.
The loneliness.
The next meal.
The brutality of hospitals.
We argued about, how I was to take your decisions now,
and make them for you.
The son becomes the father.
The hardest thing.
Never taught at school.
Time
again to leave you,
in the half
light.
The television on for company.
Selling dreams to those,
with time to
fall asleep.
Then,
bedbound.
Weak.
Seeing me watching you.
You whispered a clue to our great escape.
'Dont worry, this won't be forever'.
One evening.
Defiant.
You raised a blade not to be denied.
With your last breath.
One mighty
fell.
You cut through Time.
Ripping apart my chest,
and from times shackles.
you freed us.
'I love you'
Then you died.
Willis Martyn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-7/
