Avozinha

One minute she's here
A room of pale blue
Desolate sounds of constant grief
One minute she's here
Monitors mocking the decline of life, blinking through the strife, an undeniable, slowing glow of light
Four walls filled with so much love they might crumble under the pressure of our sorrow
One minute she's here
The melodies of A Beautiful Ballad Absolute fills up the space between surviving and dying
One minute she's here
Two sons staring death down into the depths of Dante's Inferno, brave enough to embrace it as she goes
One minute she's here
Two daughters of grandeur wishing they had more time, knowing she can no longer endure
One minute she's here
The gloved hands who handle with care, who constitute the regrets of not being there
One more staggered breath, one more sigh
One minute she's here and the next she's disappeared
Two many words still trapped on the tip of my tongue
There they lie awake, and there they might not break