Wednesday, April 17, 2013

He was dying

His grip kept loosening till it was me holding him.
His temperature dropped too. Colder than the wind I looked into his eyes and realized they were far away
He was dying and no matter what I did I couldn't make him stay  

A million things rushed through my mind but yet I was blank
My tears fell on his chest that was reducing the times it rose and sunk
He got heavier, much much heavier but still I held him tight
 He was dying and this was by far my most painful sight

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