Lost
I hold her,
Her breath is ragged,
I look into her eyes,
They are still and glazing over,
Her hand is week as I hold it,
Quietly I sit there,
Wishing I could do more,
Patiently I wait,
Then silence,
I screamed to the stars,
“WHY!! Why did she have to go?!”
I breakdown crying,
Holding her tightly,
Praying she would just breathe,
But nothing,
A hand touches my shoulder,
“There’s nothing you can do now.”
I slowly let go,
Not wanting to leave,
She lays there in the soft light,
Cold and motionless,
I walk away,
I’ve always been there for her,
Why wasn’t I this time,
Millions of questions,
Millions of answers,
But none I’m willing to hear,
Time passes,
Lost in my thoughts and sadness,
I stand there now,
Watching as she lays there peacefully,
Like so many nights,
But no more,
Slowly she drifts down,
Quietly into the cold darkness,
I stand here now from time to time,
The rains wash away my tears,
I keep wishing,
Wishing I was there,
Wishing I had done something,
Wishing I was with her,
But that’s not where I belong,
So I go on,
Neither here nor there,
But Elsewhere......

- James C. Zawacki '94 -