HER LAST BID

She laid on her back staring at the ceiling
As thought of death runs through her mind
She whispered its name under her breath
Murmuring and picturing her departure

Every night she flood her bed with tears and drench her couch with her weeping
Her eyes waste away because of her grief

Her hopes and wishes were the only things she clinched unto
Growing weak each day
She fought death but death fought back

I watched her grasped her last breathe
As she smiled and murmured "till we meet again"