Losing Otto: a Narrative Poem (Part I)

Diary Entry 1: When Reality Refuses to Unfold

Otto’s hand is resting in mine 
I sit with him, and time begins to slow down 
Along with his pulse 
He takes a large breath

A long silent Pause, dwells with us
In the Hospital room
His heart has stopped beating
And a hole is left in mine

I am still sitting in the room
There is an empty feeling in my stomach
But my eyes are overflowing with tears
There is a piece in me missing

My heart is waiting for that piece
to be placed in the missing spot
But my piece, is gone
And he is so close to me, yet so far

(To Be Continued...)