COLD COMFORT

Sinking into stark oblivion
In a world of white and antiseptic
Your face fades
In shadows of gray.
I toast alone, this cold comfort
Through collapsing blue veins
.
Your hand warm on mine love
Letting go...
You never let go
Trembling I turn from you.
Your grasp tightens
And we hang on..
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