Flashes

Your lips were slightly parted, under that stark white sheet,

Your heart had stopped it’s rhythmic beats, 

I refused to believe it was you, 

Lying motionlessly, when your face still retained, the freshness of dew,

We had just hugged all night long,

In a tight embrace, that felt warm and strong,

You died on a stranger’s lap,

Even before reaching the hospital or receiving a CPR zap,

Unable to understand,

Why God slapped us, with this nasty underhand,

You may be at peace wherever you are,

For you achieved everything you had your mind set on, like a driven, mechanical superstar,

I wish you lived many more decades, just for me, 

And our little bee,

Don’t you miss us anymore?

Or does the thought of us, fill your soul-mind with bore,

Do you even have a heart or a mind?

Or have you turned blind?