Some Little Thoughts

And, with his white, translucent face,
Ofttimes, contorted in pain,
His breath grows feeble.
The seconds tick on.
I watched life’s last, loving embrace
And, then … he had gone. 

He had been transported:
To where? What hurried pace!
His last agonizing minutes
Are relegated to history,
But his parting …
It never can be effaced. 

And, I still recall that quietude,
His eyes, fixed on mine:
Inwardly I wept: ‘Farewell, my friend!
‘You will never be forgotten.
‘This is not an act conclude;
‘It is but an interlude: It is not the end.’