I fixed on a black button on the floor.
Was it there before, or did it spring
from the shirt they ripped off to intibate?
The room rang in silence,
and her electric tension
as she brushed hair from his forehead.
He was peaceful in his final condition.
Never a cautious man, he lived full
and laughed hard. He fought for the forgotten,
unfortunate and even undeserving.
He loved with a heart so big
it swelled his chest, and welled
up in his head
until he hurt from loving too hard.
We all hurt
next to his bed,
next to a button on the floor.
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