Smiling, we cried

Originally published in the book “All At Once I Saw My Colors”

His mind went first, and his body followed
Knowing and wanting it to be the end

His body wracked by hundreds of bombs
Masquerading as cancer
Watching him die was like
Watching a flower wilt

My shoulders mimicked his as they fell for the last time
And together we let out a final breath
Months of air had been sucked raspily from this room
This life
With one exhale the air returned

All at once he was there and not
Sitting, waiting, watching then
Smiling, we cried

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