HOUR SEVEN – MAID – Medical Assistance in Dying

I’m empty

where you once filled a special place

in my heart.

Sometimes, I find it hard to breathe.

 

Your voice echoes in my mind,

my ears deaf to the warning

of what was to come,

so sudden, so final.

 

No longer in pain,

I rejoice in your freedom.

Yet I will still mourn;

you never let me say, goodbye.

 

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