Don't take him away.
I know we asked you to, I know its what you have to do. Serious lady and thin man in black.
Sister fusses with the buttons on the bright blue pyjama top. A few more seconds, a few more seconds.
Small conversation. They have to slide him across the bed. They have a
dark blue sheet they want to use. I can't be just a witness any longer, I
have to do something. I help with the sheet. Or are these just my few more seconds. Bound in dark blue.
Support the head when lifting.
On the stretcher. The zip is closing. Sister kisses. Seeking contact.
"Do you need to touch?"
"No. I think I've said my goodbyes earlier."
The zip is nearly closed.
Fleeting hand on cheek. One more second.
I take the head end of the the stretcher and thin man takes the other
end. We wheel it out into the bright mid day sunshine, to the polished
and neat silver van.
And so it goes.