Before Dawn

The only lightness is fatigue's --
There was no easing of the load,
Nor shortening of any leagues
I toil on this so numbing road;
But you, who died an hour ago,
Reminded me of why I live.
I said, "Your body's state you know,
You know your life we cannot give.
This drug is for another day;
It can't yet save, or stop pain's force,
But we have hopes." You quietly lay.
You could not smile; you said, "Of course."

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