last night it all died
i sat there
as i have done next to my patients

red beautiful poppies growing in my soul
without my knowing it.
i watched it say goodbye.

everyday and every night
they
said many beautiful things to me
and
in them i poured
every smile,
every whisper,
every poem of love.

Now
in their dying
something quietly died.

i know as i look at them
that
one beautiful morning i too shall be gone .

hoping,
i'll find them again
in blazing fields of love where i once found them.

hoping to sit and to talk
of love
for only that alone i know to give
in that alone i subsist.