A Poem

The Day You Left

I watched your labored breathing -

eyes closed, immobile;

the pain too great to move.

I knew I was ready

and said it was OK to go.

I knew I was ready

and asked God to take you home.

I saw your calm resignation

as the time grew near.

I knew I was ready and held your head.

I knew I was ready

when you breathed your last.

But now that you/ve left -

I was not ready.