Departure

L.T. Garvin

My mind drifts

from the still life in landscape

painted in oil

breaking up the melancholy

of cursed rooms

to the center of

the hospital bed

as I stood next to

my mother

pressing my pulse to her’s

willing her to live

her life dispensing

into my soul

losing cherished moments

running through my fingers

like air

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