He saw her through the dark days
It took time
But time was all he had
The battle, he was winning
He could plan the future
Small steps
But steps nonetheless
They would walk, talk
He wouldn’t rush
The critical time would come
The second breakdown
He would be ready
Had to be
The pouring of grief trickling,
Flowing quicker,
Then the torrent
It was hell on earth
Described like an exorcism
She would sleep now
He could relax
Regain his thoughts
Plan the next step
He was in a positive mood
He went to check on her
No sign
His heart began to beat faster
Logic was lost
Run and search
Not panicking, but panicking
Blind panic now
Tears were flowing
In his mind, he saw it
Dismissed it
Find her, keep searching
She was gone, he knew
Hated himself
He sat down in despair
She was watching him
Trying to take his pain
Reassure him
Take the burden away
It would take time
But time was all she had now
She was released
The pain had gone.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Wow talk about a journey through words. I love the way you crafted and formatted this piece dear Paul. That build up to an eventual demise and then that refrain, "But time was all (s)he had," being passed on from the initial speaker to the woman is spectacular. Amazing.
I was sort of hoping she was happy in leaving this life.
Knowing that something is imminent never truly prepares you for the reality when it hits. I think that you have captured the whole process of death and recovery with time, the healer, beautifully in your words.
Time is the great healer.
Sad and beautiful Paul.
Thanks, Rozina.
Nothing seems eternal
Not us
And maybe later not even our deeds
Amongst all, time shall remain supreme
Very well crafted dear Paul.
Time sure is the custodian.
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