I took ill and was confined to
a bed in the furthest wing of the local hospital.
My health worsened as I spent my time alone
save the occasions when a visitation would wake
me from fitful dreams. A wan figure would enter,
passing down between the rows of empty beds
towards me, flanked by two monastic attendants
each holding up the lengths of her vestments
to prevent them trailing on the floor. My body
seemed to shift and stir on its own accord in
response to her presence.
"My dearest." she would say in hushed
tones that seemed to emanate from within my
"Fear not, I will be with you always, till
the day that you die."
The squirming sensation inside me increased
as though hanging on her every word.
"I only ask what any devoted lover would.
Everything you have left you share with me."