12 years ago…
that’s when I met her, sitting on a bench in a park,
I instantly knew she was my soul mate with a fluttering of my heart.
11 minutes of silence…
lingered between us before a word was finally spoken,
but since that moment, our connection would never ever be broken.
10 years of marriage passed…
And I was to surprise her with a special anniversary night:
a special diamond bracelet because she was the special jewel that surrounded my life.
9 candles were burning…
then I was interrupted before I could light one more,
with that single flame missing, someone came knocking at my door.
8 gut-wrenching words…
spoken by the officer with compassion in his countenance,
I’ll never forget those words: Sir, your wife has been in an accident.
7 blocks from home…
that’s all she had left, she wasn’t very far,
but it was dark and raining and she never saw the other car.
6 times she rolled…
after the other driver slammed into her side,
when the paramedics arrived, they said she was lucky to still be alive.
5 hours of surgery…
my soul mate lying on a table, her life possibly fading,
I’m outside, alone… pacing, praying, hoping, waiting.
4 o’clock in the morning…
anticipating any possible updates or reports,
then I heard the doctor emerge from the operating room doors.
3 steps away…
that’s how far the doctor got before I saw the empty look in his eyes,
As he mouthed some words, I felt a numbing coldness rise.
2 inaudible words he muttered so softly,
but I knew what they were the moment he saw me.
2 inaudible words that brought me to my knees,
they echoed over and over in my mind: I’m sorry.
1 breath was all I could take, before
1 tear began to break, that
1 second of tormenting agony, I can never escape.
1 wish would make it right, removing
1 thought that haunts me every night, that
1 regret: why didn’t I just pick her up that night?
zero minutes go by…
where I don’t think of her, miss her, or love her.
She will forever be with me, and I will never ever forget her.
This is my…
Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth
Wednesday Poetry Prompt: 212
For this week’s prompt, write a descending poem. You know the old saying, “Everything that ascends must descend.” Okay, maybe it goes a little different than that. Anyway, there’s a lot of stuff that descends. Find something and write it!