Echoes of Affection – Musings on Love’s Dichotomy

MY vision faltered in that grim hour,
And then the windows became obscured.
Between the light and myself,
With a wavering hum – uncertain and faint –
A fly inserted itself, almost as if to taunt my sorrow.

I left behind my belongings – indeed, I did,
As a testament to that final farewell.
For that ultimate struggle – when Death,
The Supreme, claimed my breath,
And eyes, once lively, now drained and dry,
Looked upon my motionlessness, near.

In the calm between the sighs of the storm,
A quietness in the atmosphere emerged,
A hush in the darkness of the room,
Except for the faint buzz of the fly – announcing doom,
The only sound heard as I approached my grave.

:: 05.22.2024 ::