A woman of home and duty
Old, fragile she lay and her children
Listened to the monitor beep
In mourning for what the doctor spoke
“Less than 24 hours.”
Her daughter put a book beside her
“By your favourite author, right mum?”
She melted into an ugly cacophony of
Cries and beeps.
The daughter wondered how she’d
Hit her head, but mind clouded by grief
Turned to the book, and so she read:
Never A Day Apart
A story of a responsible girl
And a boy with vices,
The shy beauty everyone fell for
And the friend to all,
As he was to her
They started to talk and open up
The boy found a person to share
His interests with, and she was happy
To share and be his community for
Love’s euphoric but she was intoxicating
“Never a day apart” was their vow
They took under the spell of love
Ending their nights, they wished
Each other to sleep only to
then appear in their dreams, for
Love’s a star they prayed for
Each other to be forever
They’d walk and talk and travel
To places in each other’s hearts
Like hands, clasped and clamped
So tight they didn’t want to let go
As they walked to a dead end.
They ate together, twirled forks together
In the wake of a foreseen fork, yet
They stayed closer still, for
Love’s an aphrodisiac, which they devoured
In throes of love they stayed
Never a day apart, they wished
“Goodnight, sweetheart,
I love you, darling, bye”
And kissed their screens
Cheesey for everyone but
Not for those afflicted, for
Love’s an addicting drug,
But they didn’t know
More like addicts, they wanted
More thrill and risk they sought
More love and adore they’d crave
They got what they craved
For years, until they didn’t
For there’s only so much love
A human can give you
Then cracks showed up
A mistake he made
A mistake she made
Cracks widened, for
Love’s a monument falling apart
They desperately held on to
Ropes to a dying monument scrape
The hands of those who hold them.
She cried, he cried and they crumbled
They didn’t say those cheesey lines, yet
“Never a day apart” stood strong & unbroken
for she was on his mind
And he in her heart.
The daughter sobbed for her
Favourite story until it was time to leave
With the book beside her again,
A note flew out from its back
Written by a hand unrecognisable,
The writer of the note talked
About his death and wished the
Receiver well, apologising that
He may now break his promise
In the car, the note bugged
The daughter’s mind,
But she got the book delivered yesterday,
Then where did the note…
and then it struck
Right after she got the book
She ran away, followed by a call
Hours later by a stranger, saying
She’d been Injured at a train station
She was going
To him, to keep
A promise
Rushing back, the daughter ran
Through the hallways while
She, with her wrinkled hands,
Pulled off the oxygen mask
Gasped for breaths she didn’t want,
She took the book and kissed his name
Each kiss left a word in a whispered embrace
“Goodnight, sweetheart,
I love you, darling, bye”
For
Love’s a promise they kept
till end and beyond
The daughter heard, not the beep,
But constant drone if a dead heart
Teary eyes wandered to the clock,
Just shy of midnight, and she
Broke down and cried
For in the end, they were
Never a day apart
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