Poetry from the Heart
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Only Tonight

There is only tonight, after the event,
when I sit in the gloom, energy spent,
thoughts drift away; I can't see your eyes,
the bleeps: a sound, louder than sighs.

The room so dark, as hospital's chill
to the trauma from a misguided will.
I've guilt on my mind; I meant to do more.
No answer is right but who can be sure?

I fondle, I cherish your favourite gold chain,
already so sad you'll never wear it again.
Come morning's first light as you slip away.
Darling, I'm down, dreading the day.

© 2006
Cleveland W. Gibson