Your bedside is now the only place I want to be.
I feel the paper thin skin of your palms, see the hollows
between the metacarpals and my heart aches at how fragile your hands have become. Then, as I get up to leave, you surprise me with the strength of
your grasp.
I wish I didn't have to leave today.
I wish, oh how I wish I could find the strength to say
goodbye.
