By Louise Ameline Chevalier

a very last time
he tucked her in
he sang to her
hugged her small frame

then she closed her eyes
a smile on her lips
she took a last breath
and drifted to sleep

This poem was written late at night when no one was awake anymore and I felt like I was left alone in a world full of hate. It was inspired by the yearning to be hold and the loneliness eating me alive. I wrote it to express what I would not dare to say and to make people think about what might be behind these few lines, what it could be that I thought of this very night and if they thought the same.