Until next time

I saw him breathe,

Inhaling his last ounces of oxygen.

Holding onto life,

Eyes giving in to sadness,

Lips still curved up in a smile.


I knew this day would come,

Never thought this soon,

Never thought like this.


His hands still holding mine,

Weakly but firmly.

Kissing over my knuckles,

His voice barely heard,

Husky and faded; yet he said,

With hope in his voice,

“Until next time”.



Author: Prachi Saini


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