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Freedom
twenty years together
and not once met her mother
she despised our love
said we’d both go to hell
we didn’t care
she was my everything
and I hers
it was a Friday night
the night before
our anniversary
she was on her way home
there was a drunk driver
he weaved his way searching
for his victim
he found her
tubes came from every opening
others were created
kept alive only by electricity
a wish she had expressed against
in the past
I met her mother that day
she was the next of kin
the one who could decide
my love’s wishes
twenty years together
and I had no say
for we were not married
we were not allowed
the law said so
her mother’s own guilt
kept those machines running
I pleaded for months
to let her go
she stopped letting me see her
another decision she was allowed to make
now my love was alone
I had to do something
a week passed
I studied the hospital
it was busier in the day than the night
no one would have time to notice a stranger
I bought a nurse's uniform
walked past her mother in the waiting room
walked past the empty nurse's station
walked into my love's room
thanked her
I thanked her for the life we had together
for the memories she had given me
the strength she had helped me find
I kissed her forehead
squeezed her hand
unplugged her machines
muted the alarms
I walked out of the room
past the empty nurse's station
past her mother in the waiting room
and into the freedom of knowing
I had just freed my love.
Written for the "Perfect Crime" competition
and not once met her mother
she despised our love
said we’d both go to hell
we didn’t care
she was my everything
and I hers
it was a Friday night
the night before
our anniversary
she was on her way home
there was a drunk driver
he weaved his way searching
for his victim
he found her
tubes came from every opening
others were created
kept alive only by electricity
a wish she had expressed against
in the past
I met her mother that day
she was the next of kin
the one who could decide
my love’s wishes
twenty years together
and I had no say
for we were not married
we were not allowed
the law said so
her mother’s own guilt
kept those machines running
I pleaded for months
to let her go
she stopped letting me see her
another decision she was allowed to make
now my love was alone
I had to do something
a week passed
I studied the hospital
it was busier in the day than the night
no one would have time to notice a stranger
I bought a nurse's uniform
walked past her mother in the waiting room
walked past the empty nurse's station
walked into my love's room
thanked her
I thanked her for the life we had together
for the memories she had given me
the strength she had helped me find
I kissed her forehead
squeezed her hand
unplugged her machines
muted the alarms
I walked out of the room
past the empty nurse's station
past her mother in the waiting room
and into the freedom of knowing
I had just freed my love.
Written for the "Perfect Crime" competition
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