holding onto the hands of time and begging him to stay. tears
holding onto the hands of time and begging him to stay.
tears that rarely fell are coursing down his face.
a memory of a man who smiles with his teeth is fading fast.
hunched posture, shaking shoulders.
all it will take is time and he will be whole again.
warm porridge, a hot bath, fresh pajamas.
i won't take my eyes off of him. i'll tuck him in.
wrinkles that were deepset are easing away.
blanket rises and falls with every breath he takes.
i hope he's dreaming a beautiful dream.
with his eyes closed, finally i cave.