I watch you when you curl up beside me. I watch as you dream of chasing dreams, ageless and timeless. I watch your legs twitch and stretch, and whimper becomes a sudden howl. I see you strong and athletic, running with boudless energy. I see you standing beside me, as we walk towards the setting sun. But time moves more quickly for you than it does for me, and I soon much slow to help you keep up. Until you've become aged. And we slow together. And we comfort each other, watching the months pass quickly. Until your cradled in my arms. And the tears well up in my eyes. And my breaths are full and halted from tears, while yours are shallow, just whispers of breath. And your eyes are closed. And your legs don't twitch anymore. And they don't stretch anymore. And I hold my friend for the rest of time until the sun has disappeared. And I hold your head. And kiss you goodbye. And you give me one last nuzzle. And I hear the last of your breaths. And I cry. I wail. I burst open from pain and sadness. And I curse the shortness of your life, but thank the Lord that you lived that life with me. Beside me.
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Alfred C. Martino
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