Our soft lips collided, emotions cascading through my once youthful body. Unsteady heartbeats vibrated through my chest. Knots tightened in my empty stomach and oxygen grasped the lining of my lungs, knowing this kiss must be savoured. Frail bones knocked together like a xylophone, which echoed around the empty auditorium that was my rib cage. My mind was blank, concentrated only on the sweet, mellow kiss. My crystal blue eyes were wide awake studying the minute details of your face.
Your lips were soft and tasted like the rich golden honey, that we would have on oatmeal for breakfast. Your ancient face had seen generations. Wrinkles had sunk deep into your pale skin from the stress of war. Grey tufts of hair had emerged among the thickset eyebrows raised gently above your emerald eyes which hypnotized me; I was unable to look away. Coarse hair stood sadly upon your balding head. Our kiss had put me in a trance, i was unable to snap myself out of.
Your warmth left and my heart yearned to be connected with yours again. My weak arms struggled to reach for you, my fingertips managing to brush the rough exterior of your blazer before falling back onto the white sheets of the hospital bed.
Collapsing in synchrony my lungs let go, the slow rhythm of my heart coming to an end. Cancer had won its long battle and finally with a tear running down my wrinkled face, I closed my eyes. I laid limp upon the thin mattress of the hospital bed, the heart monitor beeped its monotone noise to signify my heart had stopped. My husband sobbed at the side of my bed grasping onto my bony hand. My last goodbye allowed me to be at peace.
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