I called your mum the other day, from then on I would pray, a gun to your head you were almost dead and would have been left to lay. On ANZAC day it made us fray, you were in a coma and never to recover. A black shade dawned upon me but now you are forever free. We flew up there just in time, I said goodbye to what was mine.
Everyone was there with tension between all, having to catch all our own falls.
It was hard to stand there and let them all win as they wouldn’t let my mother in. I stayed there the whole night through, my hand in yours and my doll in your other arm.
A selfish thing I took under my wing, you had half an hour left, and I couldn’t even stay awake, what? Like I needed a break. I needed you, I had you there, my choice was unfair. I woke up and stroked your hair. I lay my head upon your chest, my words speak, ‘you did your best’. I lift your arms and wrap them around me and think, together we could be free. Tears gather and for the first time you are truly unable to clear my vision, my first glimpse of what my future will be. The doctors are telling me you have to leave; I close my eyes and don’t believe.
Your fiancé is there wailing in despair, she grasps my arm in hope the situation will calm, she knows it won’t in her head, because soon her man will be dead. The doctors begin to wheel you away, I yell at them to let you stay. I run to you and kiss your face, it felt like a race but I moved a slow paced.