Last


It was like hot water over a fevering body
A rush of warmth to mask the chills
But no way to heal.
No lemon-honey tea to fill a drained body
No bed to rest a heavy head
No arms to tuck the aching limbs
No lips to kiss the burning face
No one there to last.

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