This One

She is laying on the bed… Iodine soaked toes… There are thoughts in her head… nobody knows… People standing 'round her Sobbing their goodbyes… Snot dripping from their nose Tears from their eyes water drips into the crevasses of the mind as ants crawl onto my brain, nibbling little chunks of grey matter. the sadness over her absence keeps me company like an angry child wanting to go out and play on a rainy day. thunder roars somewhere nearby, giving me the illusion of something bigger than myself. The absence of this one hurts.... It hurts in the pit of my stomach It hurts at the bottom of my throat. this one nurtured me; this one looked after me; this one spoke to me like I mattered this one lived life in intervals of her children this one watched basil grow and tea leaves dry. while her heart grew only to die As she lay dying on the hospital bed; her children and children's children stand around her holding her hand her still healthy brain; trapped in a body gone bad; fires synapses of 82 years lived we have to let this one go I have to let this one go alone in my thoughts no more talking she's sleeping now no.... she is no more only in our thoughts, our memories the absence of this one hurts.... some pain can never go away.