As I Turned: A Poem

        As I turned to hold you
        Under a black sun
        Whose gloom blanketed us
        With the weight of death
        I still heard your sweet breath
        Still smelled your hair and
        Sucked into me your scent
        To keep us as one
        I still felt your side’s sway
        The wisps of hair which
        I pressed to one last time
        One last memory
        As I turned to hold you
        You were not yet gone
        But you had no way to say
        You still felt my warmth


About brucejberger

Bruce J. Berger has published his short fiction in a variety of print and on-line literary journals, including Prole, Jersey Devil Press Anthology, The Awakenings Review, Raphael's Village, Eastown Fiction, Black Magnolias Literary Journal, and others. He also publishes shorts stories for Amazon's Kindle. He is pursuing his MFA in Creative Writing at American University beginning in August 2015.
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