Most Painful Farewell

I sit by the bedside
of my beloved
who is trapped
in the room of departure.
The plastic tubes
keep her connected
to continuation,
flow with sustenance
as machines hum, beep, screech,
maintaining the ravaged body
that once pleasured me
with great satisfaction.
Now she dances the last dance
that I am powerless to save.
I watch the withered remnants
of a once vital life
and ache for her agonies
that soon will end
leaving me alone
with the imminence of loss.