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.
