Still Breathing
Whispers surrounded her.
Rose looked up.
The wistle blows.
Still holding her hands true to the end.
Jack.
Deep down she knows he is dead.
She does not want to belive what becomes obvious.
For an instant she considers letting herself die with him.
Her promise and the bitter cold make her forget that thought.
A boat comes.
Sleep comes easily.
She wakes up from what she thinks is only a nightmare.
But the nightmare has just begun and she is still breathing.