A poem I like (by James Kelly)
'Dying'
When you were dying
We got closer
I bent down
to kiss your lips and you whispered
"I love you"
And I cried
But you were too ill.
I was afraid to hurt you
If you saw my tears
But you tried to smile
Before the cough
And you tried to say it
"I'm dying"
And you held on to my hand
And it took your dying
to bring us closer
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