Look at the chest
Make sure it’s still moving.
Up and down it goes
Sometimes the breathing is fast
Sometimes it slows
You watch with hope,
But in the back of your mind is the nagging of the inevitable.
It’s gonna stop.
This life that once brought you joy
Will soon cease to exist
All that will be left is that dull pain in your chest
That used to be filled with their presence, but you’re left behind to remember their essence
“It’s not so bad,” they say.
The hole will be filled and
You’ll feel whole again…