Held in your warm embrace, I look to you.
You look worried and like you're trying to hold back tears.
Even though you hold me so tightly and close to your chest, I can feel myself getting colder and
Weaker.
"I'm sleepy, Hayley."
"I know, sweetie, I know."
"You going to be alright? You look stressed out."
You let go momentarily and a lonely tear crosses your cheek as you force a chuckle.
"No, no, no. Don't worry. I'm fine."
You look like mom. I can see it now.
All these years of people telling you, I disagreed.
I knew I was almost done.
"Hayley?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't want a tombstone."
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incredibly depressing even for you
Depending on how you look at the last sentence, I guess.
Major heartrape this was good but very sad.
I thank you guys.
Frickin...morbid, Mike.
I mean it's...I like the selflessness, even during the last moments of someone's life. I like that it's...such a quiet moment, not filled with regret or anger.
I don't know what to make of the last line. Is that a refusal of identification or...?
I mean it could be him trying to say that he wants to fight death and overcome whatever is happening or just a statement.
It's just something nobody thinks about when they die.
And the selflessness is because she knows its not for long or is it? I mean...it's up to the reader.
I love this. I really do. That last line was a punch-rape-in-the-face. It's really beautiful. This is up there in my favourites of your writing. It's so simple and quiet and beautiful.
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