The poetry on this site by Andrew Miller is ©1998 so please do not copy any of it without the written permission of the author.i sat along the edge of her mattress and held her hand in mine, and i gazed at her pale sleeping face knowing it was almost time and she lay gaunt beneath the sheets while the cancer scurried and fed and instruments glowed in the dark splashing green across the bed... and her eyes opened in the stillness in a moment of quiet lucidity and she squeezed my hand for a time and almost managed to smile at me and our eyes spoke volumes while a single solemn shining tear traced it's way across her cheek speaking words we'd never hear... and i leaned slowly forward brushing her hair from her face and dried her tear with my lips as my heart began to race and as her last breath faded away she whispered to me "i love you" and as a silent storm raged outside i whispered back: "i love you too..." later that week we laid your body in a casket laden with tears and flowers and we reminisced about the good times for a few darkened lonely hours and the wind moaned mounfully as it scuttled dry leaves across the dirt and a pale mist permeated the air chilling me deeply thru my black silk shirt... and i returned later when all were gone to say my solemn goodbyes in peace and i laid some roses across your grave standing in whipping winds that never cease and i reached to the sky and called your name screaming "Why'd you take her from me?!?" and i swear i almost heard your voice whispering thru the cemetary trees... i drove home that night in falling rain to our cold and lonely apartment, and i laid my keys on the glass center table recalling all the times we'd spent and i walked across the room and ran my finger across the doorway, remembering the faded mistletoe, "that ol' green piece of shit" as you'd say... and i laughed quietly with teary eyes as i wandered over to your overcoat hanging askew as ever on the rack and i felt a lump in the back of my throat as i lifted the empty sleeves in my hands and breathed in your faintly cloying scent and i remember the night you showed me it hell, i even remember how much you spent... i paced the room a while longer almost feeling your hand in mine and i walked with your ghost that night reminiscing over all our time and i touched each object in the room sensing all the memories held within all those precious sacred holy thoughts of what was and what was to have been... and i sank back into the couch with a glass held tightly in hand remembering that night on the beach when we made love in the sand and i sifted thru our pictures remembering everything thru all the years and i sat there slowly dying and fell asleep drinking whiskey and tears... i swear you came to me that night as the candles flickered and burned low and i awoke myself with my dreams, god i had never wanted you to go but you rode in on the silent wind enshrouded in darkness and mist and before you made me fall asleep again you gave me one last final kiss and when i awoke in the morning after dreaming of when i'd held you near i stumbled into the bathroom and saw your lipstick on my cheek within the mirror.. By Andrew Miller
(3-19-98)