At the End

During
the
last
days
seeing
you
weak
falling apart
never
diminished
my
love
for
you.
Never
could
you
do
anything
say
anything
or
be
anything
other
than
the
best
this
life
could
offer
me.
At the
end
you
never
said
anything
more
just stared at
me with those
eyes
glittering in the dark
and
my breathing with you
so sure I would
die too
and it had been
enough what I
had had
and I thought it
was the end
and was ok

The ants crawling
in your eyes
I knew you
had to go.
If we left
the room
you would be
gone
when we came back.

Afterwards
too numb
to think or feel
not wanting to see
them take your
body away

we had already
said goodbye.