Goodbye My Darling
Death seemed not so bad on that final midnight
September second. “Not so bad for whom?”
he’d say if he could. Possibly not so bad
for either of them. Their union dissolved
as though neither were really in that room.
Not she. Not him. Not the way they’d been.
Their slowly speeding departure started with the treatments.
A day after the second chemo, he was kneeling by the toilet
on one big knee, too sick to pull himself up.
His head was bent in defeated disbelief
and her only help came as small shoulder
for a boost, her soft voice wimp reassurance,
the big truth embracing them.
Born in 1945, Kathryn Collins is a native New Yorker now living in Connecticut whose works have been described as “a gentle sort of poetry” by the editor of her first book No Need for Breadcrumbs, published by BeWrite Books, 2004. Her work has also appeared in numerous anthologies. Inspired by her beloved grandmother, she developed a great love of poetry at an early age and has been writing for 20 years.