Partings. September writing prompt

Written in response to the September prompt on this blog

Parting is not sweet sorrow
Tis the death of all tomorrows
Today you gaze at me and sigh
“My wife will soon be coming by”
I squeeze your hand
I understand
You’re leaving me
Moment by moment,
Day by day,
Inch by inch
And I never got to say goodbye.

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