Haiku:

Let me go gently,

like a welcomed breeze at dusk;

a graceful exit.

Let me go..

Let me go….

Between pulses of pain,

frozen in a paralytic millisecond of bliss;

like a mammoth in ice,

mouth immovable in mid syllable,

forever

about to say something memorable.

Caregiver’s Lament:

Let me go after you are gone

if only for a little while;

when you are gone I will revert,

with little regret, even joy,

to indulgences I postponed

that I might be here to sooth you.

“You are my reason for living.”

a cliché so misunderstood,

has more to do with love and sad

obligation undertaken

 almost unnoticed ….but freely

and that wears, tears and can break will.

I crave to sniff, sip and savor

my hot, old bliss, irregardless

of how fleeting or injurious.

I give you all the world I have:

my true love without resentment;

I have your gratitude and love….

which barely suffices at times.