Such an eloquent man, robbed of speech.

End of life treatment, Heaven is in reach.

Weeks became days in the blink of an eye.

Now those days have quickly passed by.

In and out of deep sleep, I see him drift.

Every smile he manages, his parting gift.

Days became hours, his hand I tightly hold.

‘Be prepared’ I am now very gently told.

I look into his eyes, a message they portray,

The one who I love, was ready to slip away.

I hold back tears until the moment is right.

Then they all fall at once, as I say ‘goodnight’