In the minutes that you’d died, I’d, reached, deep inside of me, to try, to find that scent of sorrow, that sadness, loss, maybe??? And, I’d, searched on inside, but, it was just, BARREN, for some reasons, I feel, N-A-D-A!
In the minutes that you’d died, oddly enough, I feel, relieved, is that, how you’re supposed to feel, when someone you loved died? I don’t think so, you’re supposed to be distraught, crying like hell, but, no matter how hard I’d tried, I just, can’t, manage, to SQUEEZE out that needed, SOLITARY T-E-A-R…
In the minutes that you’d died, I’d, waited, for the doctors, to declare, that you were indeed, “deceased”, and, after the doctors came in, and checked your vitals, turned off the machines, I’d gotten, the confirmations, that you were, completely, G-O-N-E, then, I broke down.
In the minutes that you’d died, my mind keeps on saying to me, “this, is not real, this, is NOT happening!”, but, my body, soul, and heart, checked, double checked, even, TRIPLE checked, to make sure that it’s, true, and, after hours of sitting next to your deathbed, I’d, come to my senses, that you’re, really gone………………
In the minutes that you’d died, a million things were, flowing through my mind, and, quickly, I’d, settled all these tangled thoughts, and, calmed myself back down, and started, answering the inquiries from the outside, on how you’d died.
Life, the Obstacle Course 