Hope and Loss

December 28, 2011
By , the woodlands, TX
I sat next you, trembling with fear,

Hoping that the end of you wasn't near.

Your soft face was as pale as snow,

will you survive or not, I wanted to know.

You tried to comfort me, your voice cold and sharp

But I could hear nothing but the beat of my heart.

The doctor came in, quiet and cross,

I just hoped he wouldn't say, you'll have a loss.

He looked at his clipboard, expressionless face,

and I could just tell your heart began to race.

As he said those words, I held my breath,

I'm sorry, but she's almost near death.

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