The Light
It had
Lit
Around the room,
She gave a loud cry, and
We both understood what that meant.
She was low,
For a long time.
Both of us
Comfort her.
She
Tore
The same
Material,
Scattering the fragments.
He said nothing,
All last night.
We never left her for a moment.
He said nothing about it.
When the day came,
I noticed the difference in her;
Her breathing was softer.
Her
Dying
Light
Gave
Emotion
That
Passed
Him.
This poem is about:
Me