My Morning Light Poem by Javier Falcon

In the last days of my pleasing life,
I lay here on my bed just waiting,
for that last moment to move on,
with you by my side always.

Warming up my body,
during all these harsh moments,
when the sun hasn't reached me,
being like the morning light.

Crawling into the room,
by every crack and opening,
making your warmth be felt,
as my body continues to freeze.

As you do not want to lose the fight,
wanting to keep me here by your side,
even you have not been able to do that,
my body not being able to be thawed.

As I feel weak and inutile,
seeing you fight for me all the time,
and me not being able to help you,
as I begin to fade into the darkness.

As this morning it finally happened,
I stand here next to your sleeping essence,
as you lay your head on someone's chest,
that someone who use to be me.