The "M" Word

The "M" Word

1/20/11

9:30am

His eyes red, itchy, watering.

A rag on his forehead,

A touch and I'm burnt;

He's on fire.

I stare into his windows

Only to see pain and longing within

We are both thrown at the merciful-less feet of life

Kissing them tenderly

I search deep within him

Something has changed

There's a newfound softness

Like the Petals on a soon Wilting Flower

It seems to go on forever,

But the clock speeds up

Mixing the woes and joys so they cannot be distinguished

All the while, coughing comes from within

I sit by his side, smile,

I see that glimmer of hope from his windows

As they sparkle and dance

And he says he loves me.

My heart now dances,

But only if this were another time

I would love it much more

And cherish it as if I'd never let the thought go

For K.J.L.