Saturday, August 18, 2012

Last Breath


LAST BREATH.
IN, OUT…IN,OUT…..IN, OUT…….IN,OUT……………….IN….

He felt each labored breath drag out a little longer with each wracking exhale…..OUT.

The curtain was about to fall and suddenly his life felt small and somehow incomplete….IN…..

There was no family by his bedside, no lifelong love to take his hand and ease the fear that now gripped and threatened to choke. No well-meaning nurse to help him see out his final moments. Nothing but the beeps of the machines that helped him breathe those…..OUT……..rattling breaths that were coming all too far apart.

IN…….

He had always believed that he would know when his last breath would come, so now he held it and closed his eyes, delaying that final exhale as long as his ravaged lungs would allow….and he dreamed…

…….of mom’s sweet kisses over birthday cake, of love’s first look, his soul to take. Of growing up and heartbreak pain, then rinse, repeat and love again. Of passionate breath against his ear, then death to come and salty tears.
He meant to open his eyes for one last look, but realized that all that was good was trapped behind his heavy lids, and that to open them would be to let those memories……..

OUT.

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