The Last Breath

The last breath he drew was all alone
No one at his bedside to comfort him
By the squeeze of her hand, he let go

She gave him a knowing look, a grimace even,
And some medicine to help with the gnawing pain
The last breath he drew was all alone

The nurse was the same one he met on admission
Her youth did not take from her knowledge and care,
By the squeeze of her hand, he let go

It was 3 am, he saw the hands on the clock
The moon lit up the space, the snores of the living echoed down the hall
The last breath he drew was all alone

She left for her break, squeezing his hand, knowing,
He may choose to leave now, during the stillness of the night
The last breath he drew was all alone
By the squeeze of her hand, he let go

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