A soft wisper in the ear,
yearning to be heard.
The cold prick of fingers,
yearning to touch.
Dimly lit eyes wander,
yearning to see.
Forgotten,
left behind in darkness.
The lungs with great pain pull,
Yearning for breath.
"Let me be heard!
Let me touch you!
I want to see!
I want to breath!"
light comes, and then warmpth.
A loved ones face hovers with great worry and despair.
Breath again,
See again,
Touch again,
For now Death has departed,
But it will come again................