I clearly remember all the details of spending that last night with you in the hospital.
I watched you suffered
as you moaned in pain.
I hold your hand endlessly, trying to ease your pain.
I asked for medical attention
but they did not come up with anything effective.
All I could do was to sit close by, praying for you.
In the morning, you went away and we have to part.
God finally eased your pain
but broke my heart.