Last Drinks

I wait for her, she never comes
I wake up sweaty, she is not there
I see her from across the street
She disappears
I speak to her, she does not hear

The young beautiful woman walks
Across the street,
A car hits her without stopping
Not caring at all about what they’ve
Done, a single bit

Light after light, passes me on the ceiling
I see people running everywhere
In the hospital to save me

The barman yells “last drinks,”
I say to my husband with smile
“This is our last day in the Caribbean…”
Let us go to bed, to him I then wink

In my hospital bed, I have my final sleep
The doctor says, “Can’t save her now,”
Her husband falls to the ground crying out
“What do I do? Whose help will I seek?”
To others he pleas
They have loved each
Ether for many years
Love torn apart
With no cause

As the tap drips
As the kettle boils
As it rains outside
I wait and listen

Couch still sags
Where she used to sit
Our eyes in serene love
She is now in heaven
With other angels

I love you me my dear
It is unfortunate that
So early you did depart

As the sun does shine
As the rosellas chirp outside
As the clock ticks
My heart no longer beats

I will meet you now
Sooner than later
I too have reached my final sleep

Peter Najjar, 3:46 p.m. Friday 9th November, 2007