The Vigil

[GDavid]

These days her eyes are always glazed.

Words are spoken like:
I love you honey. It’s going to be better.
Stay with me.
He doesn’t know if she hears.

It has been three years since those sounds,
the squeal of tires, the smash of metal, and the scream silenced.

In time the kids moved on with their lives, the friends stopped coming, and even the preacher began to walk past the room.

His words now are,
“In sickness and health.” and he continues his vigil.

The nurse stops in and exchanges pleasantries. She notices his eyes always watching for that awakening he so desperately seeks.

He smells the hospital meals being delivered.

The cart won’t stop here.

Lately his words are,
“It’s time to rest.”
“Don’t stay.”

He doesn’t know if she hears.

[Catcherin]

This is absolutely devastating. Fantastic write.

[GDavid]

@Catcherin Thanks for taking the time to read my Poem.

[Volaticus]

I can't figure out why you decided to make some of the lines so long. It was rather distracting and didn't seem to fit in. Perhaps breaking some of the lines up, would also help control of the flow. JMHO, of course.

[GDavid]

@Volaticus... Thanks for reading. I read your last two poems and found no more than 4 words to a line. My assumption from your critique and in reading your work is that your style is the short lines.
I went for the visual shape of the poem. Sorry it was distracting to you, however I can certainly understand your expressed thoughts.
Once again thank you for taking the time to read my work.