whispersinthenightsky

a learning curve

in the darkness

Watching you sleep, counting the breaths, the coughs, the sighs, praying there will be a next one, and a next yet wishing it was the last for you,  holding your frail hand, the one that used to be so strong I feel my misery trickle down my face. It’s hard to be so strong, to put a smile on my face and make small talk with you when my insides a crumbling away slowly and oh so painfully. Fully aware that your span is coming to a close and fearing the end. I love you

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