Flat lines.

I placed my hand upon your chest
your heartbeat, slow and steady
in tandem with the tick and tock
as time chimed a morbid melody

You lay there in despair,
as I tried to read to you,
a stranger with a static stare,
if only this voice could make it through,
    
Is it too late for a word,
at least a twitch or a goodbye
it’s been months since I’ve heard
your lips unfurl a sigh..

A pretty portrait of inertia
pale, a hue of red
it was you in coma,
yet the numbness was in my head

The scattered green designs,
started to show a flat line,
one of the last signs,
our worlds would cease to intertwine.

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