Waiting your Dying

The hardest not your death

But the waiting

Waiting your dying

Holding hands I knew too well

Holding tight, speechless knowledge

to be dead soon

I felt your heart

Knowing you were dying

I held to every word

Knowing the losing depths

I held your eyes

the losing moments

I heard what you saw

On walls that cut like knife

The shadowy man ready

To take you away

I hated him , you and me

Then, in helpless waiting

 defiant I declined death

I refused to accept you dead

Coz I had died

 within

waiting your dying.