Dreading those unspoken words
We comforted each other
With a thought too far fetched
Those words, those unspoken words
Glared through our eyes
Yet, we dared not say it
“She’s breathing slow”
And we held our breaths
Trying to stay alone
Yet be nearer to her
Trying to be in peace
Yet break that silence
That spoke of death
And smelled of death
We watched her slipping away
In front of us
And we could do nothing
Apart from watching her dying impulse
Clutching her cold hands
Finally those unspoken words
Were said blatantly
“She’s no more”
And the silence ended
In a strange gush of warm breaths held back.
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