Love Poem: Slipping Away
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Written by: Mark King

Slipping Away

Her eyes bright 
from unshed tears, 
she is squeezing my hand 
as her lip quivers 
the grip tightens, 
I'm feeling love in that grip 
and I hold it dear.

Words go unsaid 
night after night 
and I'm pondering 
how to take 
the pain, 
the grief
and her suffering away.

Days turn to months, 
then years. 
Its agony now, 
she is escaping the pain. 
Her eyes dull, 
her bottle close 
it seems a comfort is there.

Its sad to see her like that, 
grasping the bottle 
like she used to hold my hand. 
I'm still holding her at night 
even though she is talking
in a drunken slumber to no one.

Its over, 
but we don't know it, 
we're holding on and on, 
maybe its the love felt 
and the passions spent 
from days gone by.