The Day You Died

Felt the color fade from my face
As dizziness overtook me;
Thinking to myself:
Could this really be?

I walked into that fateful room;
I saw your almost lifeless body on the bed.
You looked helpless...almost like a newborn baby.
I couldn't get it through my head.

Boom, in my head, like a gunshot,
Like a bullet to my heart.
Why do we sometimes want to just
Go back to the start?

My nose took in that 'hospital' smell,
(You know, cleaner, almost lemon-lime)
As for once I found myself wishing
I could just have a little bit more time.

For a moment I sat there holding your hand.
Not cold or hot; it felt fake.
I found no solace, for I knew that soon
You would die and my heart would break.

The constant in and out of your breathing...
A small comfort and yet
Then we saw it had stopped,
And knew it was God you had now met.