No More..

Each breath is laboured.
No more.
You mumble,
As determined as infected lungs
Will allow.
A whispered shout.
No more!
No more..
You push juice away,
Refuse food;
No more.
I don’t think you speak of orange juice.
No more…
I love you,
I tell you
Your rheumy eyes lock with mine.
Good!
You announce.
Your eyes flutter shut,
Your breath settles.
Sleep rescues you for now.