What Word?

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What picture could I paint
that would show what’s in my heart
that could comfort you as much
as my hand upon your shoulder?

What standard could I fly
to challenge you to bravery yet again
entreat you to hang on for me – for us,
and beg you not to slip away?

What promise could I make
to surpass the barrier between us
that keeps me from holding you
when you need me the most?

What message could I leave
that would make you understand
that you are not alone, never alone
because I’m intertwined within your heart?

What word could I speak
to give you hope
to make you understand
that I will die before I give up?

 

The dark-haired detective uncapped the scarlet lipstick and with a tremulous hand began to draw on the isolation ward window.

 

S  T  A  R  S  K

 

Later, when Hutch’s eyes slitted open, his attention was drawn to the room’s sole window. The blond tried to focus as he continued his struggle to draw breath.

A solitary tear escaped as the failing man’s heart filled with comfort and hope.

THE END

7/23/2000