He's Gone -Jim R. She kneels beside me, clasping my hand My trembling fingers rest within her warm palm Her eyes gaze desperately into mine She speaks about such trivial things Her lights left on, her house unlocked Then glances at her golden watch Cars sail by outside my window, sirens scream High heels step across linoleum floors Darkness pours into the stifling room A thickening mist envelops us both With a blink it dissipates, then forms again A tear rolls down her cheek Sliding through faint lines that press into her skin She pats her face dry, removing a layer of makeup Underneath the powder lies pallid skin She sighs solemnly, returns her attention to me The darkness has now filled the entire room She leaves to fill her empty glass A nurse places a blanket at my feet, then walks away My eyelids are pulled closed with a certain finality A droning tone echoes through the room The door is flung open, she enters again She kneels beside my bed, assuming her former position She grasps my hand with an urgent pull. …“He's gone."
