i sit beside you By Patricia Marie Budd - February 24, 2018

i sit beside you
inside the sterile white of your room
i look down upon you
inside the sterile white of your bed
your head wilts
on the sterile white of your pillow

your eyes are closed
lashes flutter lost
inside dark pools
that shadow atop

your mouth hangs open
jaw hinges locked
your breath wheezes
​in and out
​in and out
as your neck skin
folds in on itself

i touch your arm
skin translucent
soft as flour dust
follow it slowly to your hand
where rivers clogged—still run?
around minute land masses
spotting dark

for a sullen moment
i wonder
is this what you will look like
when you die


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Patricia Marie Budd

Patricia Marie Budd

I teach high school English in Fort McMurray, Alberta, Canada. I have self-published four novels and am currently working on the fifth. My play, The Aging Philosopher" received honourable mention in the 2001 Alberta Playwright's Playwriting Competition. I am an avid lover of poetry and often try pen at composing verse.