Before She Dies...

even if she does not ask for it
before she dies
i hold her hand and gently press
it against mine
and i whisper to the silence of
my own pond
go, for i have since then
forgiven you

do not say any word
you are too tired to ask for
what had long been
hidden

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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