'In Sorrow's Grace' by Sara Tritt

This piece by Award Winning British poet

Sara Tritt has been slated for inclusion in Angela Bowie's forthcoming anthology 'AIDS Begone'

'In Sorrow's Grace'

It was dawn

Beautiful, and quiet

You lay your head

Against my chest

And hummed out

My heartbeat

I love you

I love you

I still love you…

I wish you would

Wake up

And smile

There were shadows

On the snow

Do you remember?

The day you packed your bags

That test we all took

From time to time

Just a formality

Suddenly formed

Black clouds

I unpacked your clothes

And kissed your tears away

You took my hand…

We will be together

In another world

Perhaps we

Already are

All the seas

Could not wash away

The sterile, clinical smell

From our clothes

Our hair

They all stared

Let them you smiled

And squeezed my hand

You did not belong

To your disease

You were mine

Until it took you from me

I love you

I love you

I still love you.