What you couldn’t do
was accept
that I was there to help
and that others have a right to cry
even when they’re not dying,
at least not now.
Just because you are
doesn’t mean everyone should stop
feeling, thinking, wanting, pleading
to God, to each other, to self.
We are still breathing
even as your breath becomes shallow
as you do
we watch, pray, love, hug
in thought
because you’ll accept
nothing more.
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