She Slips

Each day she slips
Farther away,
Each breath drawing nearer
To the final heaving of her chest.
Less of her
Lies upon the bed,
With each passing moment.
I can not prevent
Her leaving.
I can not slow
The sliding,
Away.
Nor can I speed the process.
And so I wait.
Clock ticking.
Slower.
Slower.
It soon will stop.
And the silence
Will be deafening.