In an Oxygen Tent

My starving lungs draw in the cold, clean air; My eyes are closed, but I know you are there Beside my bed. So much remains unsaid...

If I could talk, I’d speak my love for you In phrases old, and yet so very new. But I am mute -- the pain grows more acute.

I think of how much your love means to me, Of countless things we planned to do and see. Love, I was wrong to postpone them so long.

I recall all the busy times I planned I would later pause to gently press your hand. Why did I wait so late, so late?

My heart cries out to tell you there is hope. The Valley is dark, but I shall climb its slope. We must believe, rather than grieve.

And if God wills that we share future days, Our love shall rule them, rule without delays; I’ll cherish you. anew, anew.