​I thought it was your tear
running down my nose.
I thought those were
your eyes that closed.
Your lungs that held
suspended breath.
Your arms left empty
and bereft.
Your throat that
could not swallow,
your mouth run dry.
Your hands that shook,
the aching sigh.
I thought it was
your heart that ceased,
no longer thrummed
its familiar beat.
I thought those were
your leaden feet
that stood beneath
those weakened knees
your soul that begged
please, please, please.
But then,
I realized,
in time,
the shock,
the grief,
the pain,
is mine.

M. Zane McClellan

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