Terminal Illness

By John Aldred

I was but for a moment gone
But in that space my love, passed on
I'll never know of any sigh
Nor if there was a last, Goodbye.

We knew there was not long to go
The surgeons they had told us so,
But how quickly passed the sentenced time
And we never knew of any crime.

Just for a moment I stepped out
To fetch fresh dressings for the scar
I don't suppose you gave a shout
For that to you, would only mar.

The quietness of your going
Deceived my aching heart.
When the reservoir of life stopped flowing
Why were we just apart?
For I was but for a moment gone
But in that space, my love, passed on.

Copyright 1999 John Aldred