Hi honey, I’m back.

guuuurrrggglle

your greeting.

I look at you

your eyes stare  vacantly

yet – you recognise me

I hurry to wipe the drool

that hangs  down to the pillow

 

how was your day?

Gluugggaaaaphhh

you understand, and respond thus

every day.

 

I lift  your limp  hand,

stroking  the parched  skin,

so tender I’m scared it’ll break.

guuuurrrggglle

hands  that had once stroked,

caressed, and taken me

to heights of ecstasy.

 

your lips swollen

I apply a balm again

never seems to work

the skin chapped- raw and red

I miss their warmth and

their kissess  so soft,

so supple, so sensual,

that once covered

my whole being

 

the tube through your nose

seems to have become a

part of you

I pat your cheek

Gluugggaaaaphhh

you  love my doing  that

always responding,  though

your face is dead pan

how you loved to hold your face

close  to mine

sitting  for hours

me on your lap

our faces touching

no words spoken

bliss

 

I run my hands through your hair

guuuurrrggglle

still silky as it was before

you would throw your head back to

get the hair in place

how I adored that

 

your neck can no longer support anything

gaunt ,every nerve screaming

I pat your neck

Gluugggaaaaphhh

 

I pull away the sheet  – the sight

never fails  to sting my eyes

your once muscular body

now wasted

all skin  and  bone

three years in bed have taken

away your pounds of flesh

gently  I wipe you down

like I would  have our baby

had she been born

guuuurrrggglle

she died in my womb

the same instant

as the crash did this  to you

 

they want my “yes”

to pull the plug

brain  dead

is what they say

Gluugggaaaaphhh

but I know

you still  feel my  touch

you understand my

every word

every mood

every action

every thought

every feeling

like  you did before.

 

sweetheart, the only plug

that’s  being  pulled  is

the one  in  the

bathtub.

guuuurrrggglle